She stood for a moment remembering small things, the avenue of dark cedars leading to Tara, the banks of cape jessamine bushes, vivid green against the white walls, the fluttering white curtains.

她站了一会，回忆着一些细小的东西，如通向塔拉的那条翠松夹道的林荫道，那一排排与白粉墙相映衬的茉莉花丛，以及在窗口气拂着的帘幔嬷嬷一定在那里。