I trode on an edging of turf that the crackle of the pebbly gravel might not betray me: he was standing among the beds at a yard or two distant from where I had to pass; the moth apparently engaged him.
Avancé sobre la hierba, queriendo evitar que mis pasos sobre la arena me traicionaran. Cuando pasé a una vara o dos de él, que parecía absorto en contemplar la libélula, dijo, sin volverse: