And though he trembled with cold and fright to think of the cruel long nails and of the high whistling sound of the cane and of the chill you felt at the end of your shirt when you undressed yourself yet he felt a feeling of queer quiet pleasure inside him to think of the white fattish hands, clean and strong and gentle. And he thought of what Cecil Thunder had said: that Mr Gleeson would not flog Corrigan hard.
Baina nahiz eta azkazal luze krudelak, kanaberaren ziztu hotsak eta erazterakoan alkandora barrenean sentitzen den hozkirriak izu-ikaratzen zuten, plazer naro arraro bat sumatu zuen bere baitan esku zuri, potzolo, indartsu eta onberetan pentsatzean. Eta Cecil Thunderrek esandakoa gogoratu zuen: