And then, as though it had slipped, with his latchkey, from his waistcoat pocket, he would point out to us, when it stood before our eyes, the back-gate of our own garden, which had come hand-in-hand with the familiar corner of the Rue du Saint-Esprit, to await us, to greet us at the end of our wanderings over paths unknown.
Orduan, giltzarekin batera bere jakako patrikatik atera balu bezala, gure lorategiaren atzealdeko atexka erakusten zigun hantxe, gure aurrean zutunik, gure zain, Saint-Esprit karrika-kantoiarekin batera gu ibiltari bide ezezagunetan barrena galduon bila etorria.