Poor Verlaque, as Gavard called him was a pale little man, swathed in flannels, handkerchiefs, and mufflers. Constantly coughing, he made his way through the cool, moist atmosphere, and running waters of the fish market, on a pair of scraggy legs like those of a sickly child.
Verlaque gizajoa, Gavardek esaten zion bezala, gizon zurbil txikia zen, sarritan eztulka aritzen zena, flanelaz, fularrez, bufandaz bildua, arrain postuen hezetasun fresko eta ur lasterren artean paseoan ibiltzen zena ume gaixoti baten zango argalekin.