Then gradually her ideas took definite shape, and, sitting on the grass that she dug up with little prods of her sunshade, Emma repeated to herself, "Good heavens! Why did I marry?"
Gero bere ideiak poliki-poliki finkatu egiten ziren eta, bere guardasolaren muturraz golpe txikika ziztakatzen zuen belar gainean eserita, Emmak berekiko errepikatzen zuen: