Then, at last, we understood that the sort of terror in which Françoise had lived of my aunt's harsh words, her suspicions and her anger, had developed in her a sentiment which we had mistaken for hatred, and which was really veneration and love.
Orduan ulertu genuen ezen Françoisek izebarengandiko hitz zakarrez, susmo txarrez, haserre petralez bizi izandako beldur moduko hura, guk gorrototzat geneukana, berez eraspen eta maitasuna izana zela.