She pulled out of her box, about ten minutes ago, a little pink silk frock; rapture lit her face as she unfolded it; coquetry runs in her blood, blends with her brains, and seasons the marrow of her bones.
大约十分钟前,她从盒子里取出一件粉红色丝绸小礼服;展开时,她脸上洋溢着喜悦;卖弄风情是她血液中的本能,与智慧交融,渗透到骨髓里。