"Eméla," I said to myself, in vexation, "why did you not cast yourself on the bayonets, or present your heart to the grapeshot.
"Jemelia, Jemelia! -pentsatzen nuen gaitziturik-, zergatik ez duk baionetaren batean oztopo egin edo metrailaren azpian erori? Nekez aurkituko hukeen hori baino amaiera hoberik".