An extinguished candle stood on the table; she was bending over the fire, and seemed reading in a little black book, like a prayer-book, by the light of the blaze: she muttered the words to herself, as most old women do, while she read; she did not desist immediately on my entrance: it appeared she wished to finish a paragraph.
Había sobre la mesa una bujía apagada y la vieja parecía leer, a la luz de la lumbre, un tomito negro, parecido a un devocionario. Leía en voz alta, como la mayoría de las viejas.