The scream was so terrible that Levin did not even jump up, but looked breathlessly with a frightened and inquiring glance at the doctor, who bent his head on one side to listen and smiled approvingly.
El grito era tan terrible que Levin ni siquiera pudo levantarse, como otras veces –de un salto– y correr a la alcoba, sino que se quedó sentado, inmóvil, con la respiración cortada, mirando al doctor aterrada a interrogativa.