She reminded him, even more than was usual, of the faces of some of the women created by the painter of the Primavera.' She had, at that moment, their downcast, heartbroken expression, which seems ready to succumb beneath the burden of a grief too heavy to be borne, when they are merely allowing the Infant Jesus to play with a pomegranate, or watching Moses pour water into a trough.
Une hartan, izan ere, ohi baino biziago zekarkion gogora Odettek "Primavera"ren pintorearen emakume-irudien tankera.