That night, more than ever, I reproached myself for what I had done. I was alone, unable to sleep, devoured by restlessness and jealousy, when by simply letting things take their natural course I should have been with Marguerite, hearing the delicious words which I had heard only twice, and which made my ears burn in my solitude.
Bakarrik nengoen etxean, lo hartu ezinik, urduritasunak eta jelosiak menpe nindukatela.