dreams many-coloured, agitated, full of the ideal, the stirring, the stormy--dreams where, amidst unusual scenes, charged with adventure, with agitating risk and romantic chance, I still again and again met Mr. Rochester, always at some exciting crisis; and then the sense of being in his arms, hearing his voice, meeting his eye, touching his hand and cheek, loving him, being loved by him--the hope of passing a lifetime at his side, would be renewed, with all its first force and fire. Then I awoke.
Au milieu de scènes bizarres, d'aventures extraordinaires et romanesques, je rencontrais toujours M. Rochester au moment le plus terrible de la crise. Alors il me semblait être dans ses bras, entendre sa voix, rencontrer son regard, toucher ses mains et ses joues; je croyais l'aimer et être aimée de lui; l'espérance de passer mes jours près de lui se ranimait avec toute sa force d'autrefois.