Entering her room, I found her lolling under a pink satin coverlet, and revealing a pair of swarthy, wonderfully healthy shoulders-shoulders such as one sees in dreams-shoulders covered over with a white cambric nightgown which, trimmed with lace, stood out, in striking relief, against the darkness of her skin.
Beragana sartu nintzen. Etzanda zegoen satinezko estalki arrosa baten azpian, handik agertzen zirelarik sorbalda beltzaran, bikain, zoragarri batzuk-ametsetan bakarrik ikus daitezkeen sorbaldak-, apur bat gordeak batistazko kamisoi batekin, begiak xingola zuri-zuriz apainduak, ezin egokiago bere larru beltzaranarekin.