Prudence was no doubt going to make some reply, but I entered suddenly and flung myself at Marguerite's feet, covering her hands with tears in my joy at being thus loved.
Prudence inola ere zerbait erantzutera zihoan, baina ni bapatean sartu eta korrika joan nintzen Margaritaren oinetara, tamaina hartaraino maite ninduelako pozez malkoak zerizkidala haren eskuak bustiz.