There was every article of furniture looking just as it did on the morning I was first introduced to Mr. Brocklehurst: the very rug he had stood upon still covered the hearth. Glancing at the bookcases, I thought I could distinguish the two volumes of Bewick's British Birds occupying their old place on the third shelf, and Gulliver's Travels and the Arabian Nights ranged just above. The inanimate objects were not changed; but the living things had altered past recognition.
Dalla mattina che ero stata condotta davanti al signor Bockelhurst, nulla era stato cambiato; vidi davanti al caminetto lo stesso tappeto su cui avevo posato i piedi; nello scaffale credei riconoscere i due volumi del Viaggio di Gulliver e delle Notti Arabe.