And the more I looked from George's wet shirt to George, roaring with laughter, the more I was amused, and I laughed so much that I had to let the shirt fall back into the water again.
Plus mon regard allait de George, qui se tordait, a sa chemise, qui dégoulinait, plus je riais. Je finis par etre pris d’un fou rire tel que je laissai retomber la chemise a l’eau.