The craving to know what had become of him followed me everywhere; when I was at Morton, I re-entered my cottage every evening to think of that; and now at Moor House, I sought my bedroom each night to brood over it.
A Morton mi chiudevo nella mia casetta ogni sera per pensarvi, a Marsh-End non v'era notte che in camera mia il suo pensiero non mi destasse nel sonno e mi accompagnasse nella veglia.