Flora Miguel was waiting for him in the parlour, green with rage, wearing one of the dresses with unfortunate ruffles that she was in the habit of putting on for memorable occasions, and she placed the chest in his hands.
Flora Miguel salan zegoen haren zain jarrita, amorrazio bizian su eta fu, egun gogoangarrietan jantzi ohi zuen txirrindola zorigaitzeko soinekoaz jantzirik, eta kaxa eskuan utzi zion.