"And in other respects, I am quite his equal," she said to herself, turning as if to assure herself of the charms of a form that the portly Sylvie found moulded in down feathers every morning.
"Gizonaren dina naiz, bai, gainerakoari dagokiola!" erran zuen bere baitan ohean itzultzen zelarik, nonbait bere buruari egiaztatu nahiz Sylvie lodiak egun oro ohean moldeztatuak aurkitzen zituen xarmak.