He felt that it was like a woman, but her breath was only a choking in his breast, her face a whirling oblivion of all human faces and the movements of her hands shudders running over his body...
Berak emakume gisa sentitzen zuen, baina haren arnasa iratopen hutsa zen bere bularrean, haren aurpegia giza aurpegi guztien ahanztura zirimolatsua, eta haren eskuak bere gorputzaz jabetzen ziren ikarak.