Clasping his face in his swollen, perfumed palms, he pictured to himself with horrifying clearness how on the following morning, not knowing anything of the plot against his life, he would have risen, would have drunk his coffee, not knowing anything, and then would have put on his coat in the hallway.
Eta, aurpegia esku-ahur gizen lurrineztatuekin estalirik, argitasun ikaragarriz irudikatu zuen nola biharamun goizean ohetik jaikiko zen, ezer jakin gabe, gero kafea edango zuen, ezer jakin gabe, gero bebarruan jantziko zen.