Igen, fra The Age of Innocence af Edith Wharton:

"[...]"Very handsome," she added, returning the jewel; "very liberal. In my time a cameo set in pearls was thought sufficient. But it's the hand that sets off the ring, isn't it, my dear Mr. Archer?" and she waved one of her tiny hands, with small pointed nails and rolls of aged fat encircling the wrist like ivory bracelets. "Mine was modelled in Rome by the great Ferrigiani. You should have May's done: no doubt he'll have it done, my child. Her hand is large--it's these modern sports that spread the joints--but the skin is white[...]"

Hun antyder, at en kvinde bør have en lille fin hånd, ikke en stor, grov, sportshærget grab.

Der er ingen, der skal komme og sige, at litterær oversættelse er let. Eller at filmtekstning ikke ofte er litterær oversættelse...