Absorbed as I was in what he was saying about Micol (the detail that it was she, with her own hands, who killed the chickens in the kitchen fascinated me strangely), I looked about, but almost without seeing.
Micòli buruzkoak aditzeko beste ezertarako ez nengoenez gero (era bitxian liluratuta geratu nintzen entzun nuenean bere eskuz mozten ziela zintzurra oilaskoei sukaldean), begiratu bai egiten nuen, baina askorik ikusi gabe.