And as I did not wish to leave off my book, I would go on with it in the garden, under the chestnut-tree, in a little sentry-box of canvas and matting, in the farthest recesses of which I used to sit and feel that I was hidden from the eyes of anyone who might be coming to call upon the family.
Eta irakurgaiari uko egin nahi izaten ez nionez, hartan jarraitzera joaten nintzen lorategira, gaztainondopera, espartzu eta oihalezko garita txiki batera, han barruan eseri eta gurasoei bisita egitera etor zitezkeenen ezkutuan egoten ahal nintzelakoan.