In a dirty little white room, smelling of disinfectant and damp sheets, Tarrou was sitting behind a black wooden desk with his shirt sleeves rolled up, dabbing the sweat in the crook of his arm with a handkerchief.
Farmazia eta oihal bustien usaina zerion gela zuri eta txiki batean, Tarrouk, egur beltzezko mahaiaren atzean eserita, alkandoraren mangak jasota, besoaren haragitan behera zihoan izerdiari eusten zion zapi batekin. -Oraindik hemen?