"Leaning," said he, "my shoulder to her shoulder, and my head to hers, as we were reading together in a book, I felt, without dissembling, a sudden sting in my shoulder like the biting of an insect, which I still felt above five days after, and a continual itching crept into my heart."
"Haren sorbaldaren kontra neureaz bermaturik, zioen, eta nire burua harenari hurbildurik, liburu baten elkarrekin so egiten genuenean, sentitu nuen, gezurrik gabe, bat-batean ziztaldi bat bizkarrean ihizi baten ausiki batena bezala, eta bost egun geroago inurritzen ninduen eta bihotzean ezarri zidan etengabeko hatz-min bat."