There were foulards of a cloudy fineness, surahs lighter than the down falling from trees, satined pekins as soft and supple as a Chinese beauty's skin.

有模糊细腻的方巾，比从树上掉下来的绒毛还轻的古兰经，像中国美人的皮肤一样柔软的缎面北京金。

Mrs. Lee had put on her best black satine dress—she abominated woolen stuffs, even in winter—and a crocheted collar, fastened with a big pale gold pin, containing faded daguerreotypes of her father and mother.

李太太穿上了她最好的黑色缎子连衣裙——即使在冬天，她也讨厌羊毛制品——还有钩针领子，用一个大的淡金色别针固定，上面有她父亲和母亲褪色的银版相片。