but she sat lost in her book and in herself, so beautiful to look at, that the trees and the bushes round her ought to have been alive, and to have had eyes given them to gaze upon her and admire her.
baina liburuan, bere baitan murgildurik jarraitzen zuen, hain maitagarri zirudiela, ezen inguruko zuhaitzek, sastrakek bizitu egin zirela eta baitzirudien bera miresteko eta beragan gozatzeko begiak zituztela.