Her will, like the veil of her bonnet, held by a string, flutters in every wind; there is always some desire that draws her, some conventionality that restrains.
Bere borondateak, gerpa batez lotutako bere ginbailaren beloak bezala, haize orotara pilpiratzen du, beti dago erakartzen duen gurariren bat, beti eusten dion eratasunen bat.