in the acacia-avenue-the myrtle-alley-I did see some of them again, grown old, no more now than grim spectres of what once they had been, wandering to and fro, in desperate search of heaven knew what, through the Virgilian groves.
zahartuak, izanak zirenaren itzal hits huts, alderrai, virgiliar oihanetan inork ez jakin zeren xerka etsiaren etsiz.