She’d been a dream beautiful child who had become,by imperceptible degrees,a dreamy beautiful young woman of that genre America Midwestern blond which indicates not so much a physical as a spiritual type. Now a New Yorker—downtown,Battery Park City on South End Avenue,10280-she yet carried with her a dreamy-golden aura as lightly borne as a cloak of Athena tossed over a favored mortal for protection on the battlefield, and she carried it unaware,believing that the myria daily glances of admiration she encountered in the city,the smiles and lingering—eyed exchanges with strangers,and certainly the intense good fortune of her professional and personal life,were part of general bounty shared by all,like the warm autumn air. she was of an indeterminate age.whether in her mid-thirties,or in her early twenties.By the age of perhaps forty-five she would begin to look perhaps twenty-nine,but only in the harshest lights,which no one would force upon her. she was not only loved,which is a commonplace experience,but beloved.There is a distinction. In the heratland,she was beloved by her family;in Manhattan, she 上面一段 谢谢高手帮忙翻译下 速度快我可以多加点分的 谢谢了