به یاد میآورد بهرغم عشقی که به فرانک داشت، پس از گذشت سالیان تصویرش و مخصوصاً نگاهش در دو سوی موی سیاهش، قامت بلند و خدنگی که هنوز، بهرغم از دستدادن نرمش، ظرافت و کشیدگی جوانی را حفظ کرده بود، نگاهش را بهخود میخواند.
remembering how in spite of the love she had borne Frank, with the passing of the years his image had dimmed, the look of him. There were the eyes, the nose, the mouth, the stunning silver wings in that black hair, the long hard body which had kept the slenderness and tautness of youth, yet had set a little, lost elasticity.MIZAN MIZAN