我在铺筑过的路面上散了一会儿步。多花蔷蕾、老人蒿、茉莉花、石竹花和玫瑰花早就在奉献着它们的晚香,刚刚飘过来的气味既不是来自灌木,也不是来自花朵,但我很熟悉,它来自罗切斯特先生的雪茄。我举目四顾,侧耳静听。 I stumbled on the paved surface for a while. Many flower buds, old wormwood, jasmine, carnation flowers and roses have long been dedicated to their late fragrant notes. The scent that just floated was neither from the bushes nor from the flowers, but I was familiar with it. It came from Mr. Rochester. cigar. I looked around and listened.