And already the charm with which her name, like a cloud of incense, had filled that archway in the pink hawthorn through which she and I had, together, heard its sound, was beginning to conquer, to cover, to embalm, to beautify everything with which it had any association: her grandparents, whom my own had been so unspeakably fortunate as to know, the glorious profession of a stockholder, even the melancholy neighbourhood of the Champs-Elysées, where she lived in Paris.
Eta elorri arrosen peko leku hura intsentsatua zuèn izen haren, berak eta biok aldi berean entzunaren, xarmak, engoitik, bereganatu egingo zuen, gantzutu, baltsamatu, berarekin zerikusia izango zuèn guztia, beraren aitona-amonak, adibidez, nireek ezagutu izanaren ohore adierazezina izana zutenak, edo burtsako agentearen lanbide gorena, edo Parisen bera bizi zeneko Champs Élysées auzo oinazetsua.