As for Passepartout, his face was as red as the sun's disc when it sets in the mist, and he laboriously inhaled the biting air. With his natural buoyancy of spirits, he began to hope again.
En cuanto a Picaporte, roja la cara como el disco solar cuando se pone entre brumas, aspiraba aquel aire penetrante, dando rienda a sus esperanzas con el fondo de imperturbable confianza que las distinguía.