Tom was on the other side of the street, walking slowly, but careful not to appear to be loitering, because he could not be sure that the wife, or someone, was not even now looking out one of the windows.
Tom kalearen beste aldean zegoen, eta astiro mugitzen zen, baina begiluzeka dabilenaren itxura ez ematen saiatuz, ez baitzekien madame Trevanny edo beste norbait ez ote zen une hartan leihotik begira egongo.