Its garden, too, glowed with flowers: hollyhocks had sprung up tall as trees, lilies had opened, tulips and roses were in bloom; the borders of the little beds were gay with pink thrift and crimson double daisies; the sweetbriars gave out, morning and evening, their scent of spice and apples; and these fragrant treasures were all useless for most of the inmates of Lowood, except to furnish now and then a handful of herbs and blossoms to put in a coffin.
I giardini eran coperti di fiori, le rose e i gigli erano sbocciati, ma tutti questi tesori di sole, di verde e di profumi erano inutili per la maggior parte delle ragazze di Lowood; i fiori non erano colti che per ornarne le bare.