The body, lost in the shadow, could not be seen.

The profile alone appeared in its olive whiteness, perforated by a large, wide-open, black eye, and as though crushed beneath thick dark hair.

This profile remained there for hours, motionless and peaceful, between a couple of caps for women, whereon the damp iron rods had imprinted bands of rust.
At night, when the lamp had been lit, you could see inside the shop which was greater in length than depth.

At one end stood a small counter; at the other, a corkscrew staircase afforded communication with the rooms on the first floor.

Against the walls were show cases, cupboards, rows of green cardboard boxes.