His prayer, addressed neither to God nor saint, began with a shiver, as the chilly morning breeze crept through the chink of the carriage door to his feet, and ended in a trail of foolish words which he made to fit the insistent rhythm of the train;
Otoitza, ez Jainkoari ez santuei zuzendurikoa, hotzikara batekin hasi zen, goiz hotzeko haizeñoa bagoiaren ateko zirrikitutik oinetara sartu zitzaionean, eta bukatu, trenaren erritmo setatira egokitu zuen zentzugabeko hitz erretolika batekin.