the people began to whisper to one another about something and stirred, sighing as if freeing themselves from the cobweb spun about them by the gray words of the porcelain-faced man.
Amak piztura sumatu zuen bere atzeko bankuetan, jendea zerbaitez mintzatzen zen xuxurlaka, eta mugitzen zen, portzelanazko gizonaren hitz grisen amaraunetik askatuz bezala.