Sometimes it would take me in the middle of my work, and I would immediately sit down and sigh, and look upon the ground for an hour or two together; and this was still worse to me, for if I could burst out into tears, or vent myself by words, it would go off, and the grief, having exhausted itself, would abate.
Mon mal n'en devenait que plus cuisant. Si j'avais pu débonder en larmes, éclater en paroles, il se serait dissipé, et la douleur, après m'avoir épuisé, se serait elle-même abattue.