砲床からぽんと飛び降りると、視線を送る相手をまじまじと見つめ、 第118投。3ページ、34行目。 He skipped off the gunrest and looked gravely at his watcher, gathering about his legs the loose folds of his gown. The plump shadowed face and sullen oval jowl recalled a prelate, patron of arts in the middle ages. A pleasant smile broke quietly over…
