The man was short and fat and greasy above the dark beard line. In addition he was bowlegged as a greyhound and just now he moved with a limp as though very footsore. His coarse blue flannel shirt open at the throat exposed a broad hairy chest that rose and fell mightily with the effort he was making. And therein lay the mystery.
还没人写过短评呢
还没人写过短评呢