He was not alone, but sat by the side of a fair young girl in a mourning-dress: in whose eyes there were tears, which sparkled in the light that shone out of the Ghost of Christmas Past. "It matters little," she said, softly.
Ez zegoen bakarrik, bere ondoan neskato eder bat eserita zegoen, beltzez jantzia eta Eguberri Pasaturikoaren Mamuak barreiatzen zuen argipean distira egiten zuten malkoez beteriko begiekin. - Garrantzi gutxi dauka -esan zuen neskak, ahots gozoz-;