and without the least anxiety I could watch the poplar in the Rue des Perchamps praying for mercy, bowing in desperation before the storm; without the least anxiety I could hear, at the far end of the garden, the last peals of thunder growling among our lilac-trees.
eta batere tristurarik gabe erreparatzen nion Perchamps kaleko lertxunari, ekaitzari otoi eta diosal etsitan imintzioka ari zitzaiola zirudienari;