Over and over had she told herself that as she mused by the dying embers in a brown study without the lamp because she hated two lights or oftentimes gazing out of the window dreamily by the hour at the rain falling on the rusty bucket, thinking.
Behin eta berriz esana zion bere buruari horixe, txingar ahituen ondoan bere gogoetan erabat murgildurik zegoela, lanpara itzalita zeren bi argi batera edukitzea gorrotatzen baitzuen, edo sarri askotan leihotik begira zegoela ordutan eta ordutan ameskerian etxeko kubo herdoildura euri-ura nola isurtzen zen begira, pentsaketan.