Florent at once recognised the deformed crier of the fish market, though his hands were now washed and he was neatly dressed, with his neck encircled by a great red muffler, one end of which hung down over his hump like the skirt of a Venetian cloak.
Enkanteko konkorduna zela ohartu zen Florent, nahiz orain eskuak garbi-garbi eta jantziak apainak eduki. Bufanda gorri handi bat zeraman samaren jiran, mutur bat konkorretik zintzilik zuena, kapa veneziar baten hegalaren gisan. -Hara, Logre!