Instead of the foul smell there was an odour of vinegar and of scent, which Kitty – pouting her lips and puffing out her rosy cheeks – was blowing through a little glass tube.
Il lezzo greve si era cambiato in un profumo d’aceto che Kitty, sporgendo le labbra e gonfiando le guance arrossate, andava spruzzando da un tubicino.