We were now outside Thornfield gates, and bowling lightly along the smooth road to Millcote, where the dust was well laid by the thunderstorm, and, where the low hedges and lofty timber trees on each side glistened green and rain-refreshed.
Avevamo passati i cancelli di Thornfield e si correva sulla bella strada di Millcote. La burrasca aveva fatto sparire la polvere, le siepi e gli alberi, rinfrescati dalla pioggia, verdeggiavano.