He looked at her hair dressed high beneath the long veil and white flowers, at the high frill that covered her long neck at the sides and showed it in front in a particularly maidenly way, and at her strikingly slender waist. He thought she was prettier than ever: not that those flowers, the veil, or the dress ordered from Paris enhanced her beauty in any way, but because, despite all the carefully planned richness of her attire, the look on her sweet face and lips was still that look of innocent truthfulness.
Miraba el alto peinado de Kitty, con su largo velo blanco, con blancas flores; miraba la alta gorguera que, con singular gracia virginal, cubría los lados de la garganta, dejando al descubierto la parte delantera; miraba su cintura finísima y le parecía su novia más hermosa que nunca, no porque las flores, el velo y el vestido traído de París añadieran nada a su belleza, sino porque, pese al artificial esplendor de su atavío, la expresión de su querido rostro, de su mirada, de sus labios, era la misma ingenua sinceridad de siempre.