The voices of some Italian boys who were talking under his window drifted up as distinctly as if they had been in the room with him, and the insolent, cackling laugh of one of them, bursting again and again through the pattering syllables, made Tom twitch and writhe.
Bere leihopean hizketan ari ziren italiar mutil batzuen ahotsak gelan bertan baleude bezain argi heltzen zitzaizkion, eta haietako baten barre karakari eta lotsagabeak, silaba zalapartarien artean behin eta berriz lehertzen zelarik, gorputza bihurrarazi zion ohe gainean.