"Good Lord, how cold I am!" cried Planchet, as soon as he had lost sight of his master; and in such haste was he to warm himself that he went straight to a house set out with all the attributes of a suburban tavern, and knocked at the door.
¡Dios, qué frío tengo! exclamó Planchet cuando hubo perdido de vista a su amo y, apremiado como estaba por calentarse, se fue a todo correr a llamar a la puerta de una casa adornada con todos los atributos de una taberna de barrio.