'After all, he is a good man: truthful, kind, and remarkable in his own sphere,' said Anna to herself when she had returned to her room, as if defending him from some one who accused him and declared it was impossible to love him.
«Es un hombre bueno, leal, honrado y, en su especie, un hombre excepcional», pensaba Ana, volviendo a su cuarto. Pero, mientras pensaba así, ¿no se oía en su alma una voz secreta que le decía que era imposible amar a aquel hombre?