At the sight of the letter and on hearing my comment, her tears began to flow so copiously that I feared an attack of nerves, and, calling Nanine, I put her to bed, where she wept without a word, but held my hands and kissed them every moment.
Nanineri dei egin nion, eta nerbio-krisialdiak joko zuen beldurrez, oheratu egin genuen hitzik esan gabe negarrez ari zen neska gajoa. Nere eskuak inola ere utzi gabe, etengabe muin ematen zidan.