In spite of her choked-back tears, Scarlett thrilled to the never-failing magic of her mother's touch, to the faint fragrance of lemon verbena sachet that came from her rustling silk dress.

不管思嘉怎样强忍着眼中的泪水，她一接触母亲的爱抚，从她绸衣上隐隐闻到那个柠檬色草编香囊中的芳馨，便被那永不失效的魅力感动得震颤起来。

There entered with her the faint fragrance of lemon verbena sachet, which seemed always to creep from the folds of her dresses, a fragrance that was always linked in Scarlett's mind with her mother.

她还带进来一股淡淡的柠檬香味，她的衣服上好像经常散发出这种香味，因此在思嘉心目中它便同母亲连在一起了。