He looked at her as a man might look at a faded flower he had plucked, in which it was difficult for him to trace the beauty that had made him pick and so destroy it.
Он смотрел на нее, как смотрит человек на сорванный им и завядший цветок, в котором он с трудом узнает красоту, за которую он сорвал и погубил его.