[天竺浪人] LOST 1
#20533 - Food? the Président murmured, why, I think I'd force her to give me back, and in the same manner, what I'd just introduced into her. The old sinner arrived, he was a brothel-hound I had seen dozens of times before without bothering to find out what he came to do. He was thought very highly of by the management; a man of roughly sixty, rotund, short, he resembled Monsieur Durcet in a good many points.