Not his ascendancy alone, however, held me in thrall at present. Of late it had been easy enough for me to look sad: a cankering evil sat at my heart and drained my happiness at its source--the evil of suspense.
Non era il suo ascendente solo che impediva in me la manifestazione della gioia; mi sentivo triste, una grande sofferenza mi rodeva. Questa sofferenza era l'attesa.