A onelegged sailor crutched himself round MacConnell's corner, skirting Rabaiotti's icecream car, and jerked himself up Eccles street. Towards Larry O'Rourke, in shirtsleeves in his doorway, he growled unamiably:
Marinel hanka-bakar bat MacConnellen kantoian makuluen gainean joan zen Eccles Streeten gora, ibilera etenean Rabaiottiren izozki-gurditxoa saihestuta. Larry O'Rourkeri, alkandora hutsik baitzegoen bere dendako atean, ahots lakarrez ekin zion: