But she-her life was cold as a garret whose dormer window looks on the north, and ennui, the silent spider, was weaving its web in the darkness in every corner of her heart.
Bera ordea, bere bizitza hotza zen leihozuloa iparraldera duen ganbara bezala, eta unadura, armiarma isil hori, ilunpean amarauna ehuntzen ari zitzaion bere bihotzeko zoko guztietan.