"What?" said Mrs. Reed under her breath: her usually cold composed grey eye became troubled with a look like fear; she took her hand from my arm, and gazed at me as if she really did not know whether I were child or fiend.
— Come! — esclamò la signora Reed, respirando appena. Gli occhi di lei, grigi e per consueto freddi e immobili, furono turbati da una espressione di terrore e lasciò di stringermi, incerta se fossi una bimba o un essere infernale.