Even my mother's face, usually pale, thinnish, looked ruddy and cheerful, like a Christmas card; and there was another woman, large, with a soot smear down her cheek and an orange knitted cap, I remember her.

甚至我母亲, 常苍白, 瘦弱, 看起来红润而快乐, 就一张圣诞贺卡;还有另一女人, 大, 颊上有烟灰, 戴着橙色针织帽, 我记得她。