The old man, wrapped in a large black doublet, in which the whole of his slender body was concealed, was brisk and dry. His little gray eyes shone like carbuncles, and appeared, with his grinning mouth, to be the only part of his face in which life survived.
El viejo, envuelto en un gran jubón en el que se perdía su cuerpo endeble, era vigoroso y seco; sus ojillos grises brillaban como carbunclos y parecían, junto con su boca gesticulera, la única parte de su rostro donde quedaba vida.