Porthos knocked with his hand. A tall, pale clerk, his face shaded by a forest of virgin hair, opened the door, and bowed with the air of a man forced at once to respect in another lofty stature, which indicated strength, the military dress, which indicated rank, and a ruddy countenance, which indicated familiarity with good living.
Porthos llamó con el dedo: un pasante alto, pálido y escondido bajo una selva virgen de pelo, vino a abrir y saludó con aire de hombre obligado a respetar en otro al mismo tiempo la altura que indica la fuerza, el uniforme militar que indica el estado, y la cara bermeja que indica el hábito de vivir bien.