And when I spoke of my sick niece, would you believe it, he looked at me as if he would like to run me through with his knife.
Eta loba gaixotuarena esan dudanean, aizu, ez dakizu nolako begirada bota didan, sinetsidazu, bazirudien barrua zulatu nahi zidala aizto zorrotz batez. Hala ere, ez gaitu salatu;