"What?" said Mrs. Reed under her breath: her usually cold composed grey eye became troubled with a look like fear; she took her hand from my arm, and gazed at me as if she really did not know whether I were child or fiend.
«Comment! s'écria Mme Reed, respirant à peine. Ses yeux gris, ordinairement froids et immobiles, se troublèrent et prirent une expression de terreur; elle lâcha mon bras, semblant douter si j'étais une enfant ou un esprit.