A few days later, on the 3rd of November, the stranger, working on the plateau, had stopped, letting his spade drop to the ground, and Harding, who was observing him from a little distance, saw that tears were again flowing from his eyes.
Algunos días después, el 3 de noviembre, el desconocido, que trabajaba en la meseta, se detuvo, dejó caer el azadón y otra vez corrieron lágrimas por sus mejillas.