She was no more: the trembling skeleton of a twig burnt in the fire, an odour of rosewood and wetted ashes.
她已经不在了,一根在火中燃烧过的小树枝那颤巍巍的残骸,一股黄檀和温灰气味。
2
An odour of camphor and burnt vinegar warned me when I came near the fever room: and I passed its door quickly, fearful lest the nurse who sat up all night should hear me.