'Everybody lives, everybody enjoys living,' Dolly continued her reflections when, after passing the peasant women and having reached the top of the incline, they were going at a trot, the old calèche comfortably swaying on its soft springs, 'and I, released as from a prison, from the world that is killing me with its worries, have only now collected my thoughts for a moment.
Iba cómoda, suavemente, dulcemente mecida, pero seguía con negros pensamientos. «Todos gozan, sí, y yo voy como si hubiera salido de la prisión, como si estuviese abandonando el mundo.