It was therefore as if some good genius was caring for Ottilie, that, all at once, this stillness, in which she seemed to be sinking from loneliness and want of occupation, was suddenly invaded by a wild army, which, while it gave her externally abundance of employment, and so took her out of herself, at the same time awoke in her the consciousness of her own power.
Bazirudien, bada, izpiritu on batek zaindu zuela Ottilia, bakarti eta nagi murgildua zirudieneko geldotasun hartara; armada basati bat zen, zeinak kanpotik nahikoa zeregin ematen zion bitartean, bere baitatik ateraz, aldi berean bere indarraren sentipena zirikatzen baitzion.