Sweet-briar and southernwood, jasmine, pink, and rose have long been yielding their evening sacrifice of incense: this new scent is neither of shrub nor flower; it is--I know it well--it is Mr. Rochester's cigar.
No procedía de los rosales silvestres, ni de los abrótanos, jazmines, claveles y rosas que colmaban el jardín. No: aquel nuevo aroma era el del cigarro de Mr.