A ridge of lighted heath, alive, glancing, devouring, would have been a meet emblem of my mind when I accused and menaced Mrs. Reed: the same ridge, black and blasted after the flames are dead, would have represented as meetly my subsequent condition, when half-an-hour's silence and reflection had shown me the madness of my conduct, and the dreariness of my hated and hating position.
Quando avevo accusato e minacciato la signora Reed, la mia anima era in fiamme, ma dopo una mezz'ora di silenzio e di riflessione riconobbi la pazzia commessa e la tristezza della mia posizione di bimba che odia e che è odiata.