She could neither listen nor understand, so deep was the one feeling that filled her soul and became ever stronger and stronger. It was a feeling of joy at the fruition of what had been for the last month and a half going on in her soul, of that which for those six weeks had gladdened and tortured her.
No podía escucharlas ni entenderlas por el inmenso sentimiento de alegría que llenaba su alma con creciente intensidad, alegría de ver realizarse plenamente lo que hacía mes y medio estaba consumado en su alma; lo que durante aquellas seis semanas había constituido su gozo y su tortura.