Gavard with his revolver irritated him, and Robine, who sat silent behind his glass of beer, seemed to him to be the only sensible person in the company, and one who doubtless judged people by their real value, and was not led away by mere words.
Robine, pitxer garagardoaren atzean isilik, taldeko gizonik argiena iruditu zitzaion, inondik ere; jendea haren balioaren arabera epaitzen zuen, nonbait, haren hitzez fidatu gabe.