A pressure of the hand, the light touch of Rastignac's hair against her cheek, a word whispered in her ear so closely that she felt the student's warm breath on her, the pressure of a trembling arm about her waist, a kiss upon her throat-- such had been her betrothal. The near neighborhood of the stout Sylvie, who might invade that glorified room at any moment, only made these first tokens of love more ardent, more eloquent, more entrancing than the noblest deeds done for love's sake in the most famous romances.
esku-tinkatze bat, bere masaila Rastignacen ileak azal-hunkitua, ele bat bere belarritik hain hurbil errana non ikaslearen ezpainen berotasuna nabaritua baitzuen, bere gerria beso dardaratsu batek hertsatua, musu bat lepoan hartua, horiek izan ziren haren pasioaren ezkon hitzak, Sylvie lodia inguruan egoteak, jangela dohatsu hartan sartzeko mehatxatuz, maitasunezko istoriorik ospetsuenetan kontatu sakrifizio-lekukotasunik ederrenak baino suharrago, biziago, erakargarriago bilakarazi zituenak.