Pierre took the tiller, and, holding his cigar between his teeth,he stretched his legs on the bunk, and with his eyes half-shut in theblinding sunshine, he watched the great tarred timbers of the breakwateras they glided past.
Pierre avait pris la barre, et, le cigareaux dents, les jambes allongées sur le banc, les yeux mi-fermés sous lesrayons aveuglants du soleil, il regardait passer contre lui les grossespièces de bois goudronné du brise-lames.