Lying on the floor was a dead man, in evening dress, with a knife in his heart. He was withered, wrinkled, and loathsome of visage.
Lurrean zetzala berriz, gizon bat zegoen hilda, gau traje batez jantzita, bihotzean labana bat sartuta zeukala. Zimeldua zegoen, zimurtua, aurpegi nazkagarri bat zuen.