Again at eight o'clock, when the dark lanes of the Forties were five deep with throbbing taxicabs, bound for the theater district, I left a sinking in my heart.
Zortzietan, berriro Berrogeiaren inguruko Kaleetako galtzada ilunak teatroen auzora bidean bost lerrotan zihoazen taxi zaratatsuz betetzen zirenean, bihotz erorialdi bat sentitzen nuen.