Roland, leaning against the marble mantel-shelf as if it were winter andthe fire burning, with his hands in his pockets and his lips puckeredfor a whistle, could not keep still, tortured by the invincible desireto give vent to his delight.
Roland, les reins appuyés au marbre de la cheminée, comme en hiver,quand le feu brûle, les mains dans ses poches et les lèvres remuantescomme pour siffler, ne pouvait plus tenir en place, torturé du désirimpérieux de laisser sortir toute sa joie.