And every evening, before going up to his room, which was filled with yards of lacework, he had to look at her back, seated in her drawing-room, and to take away the memory of the 'good evening, father' that she addressed to him in a dry voice, without turning round.
Eta, gauero, crochetean egindako puntilazko uhinez betetako gelara sartu baino lehen, bere etxekoandrearen bizkarra ikusi behar izaten zuen, egongelan eserita, zakar eta bueltatu gabe hark zuzentzen zion "Gabon, aita" hitzen oroimena gogoan zeraman aldi berean.