dreams many-coloured, agitated, full of the ideal, the stirring, the stormy--dreams where, amidst unusual scenes, charged with adventure, with agitating risk and romantic chance, I still again and again met Mr. Rochester, always at some exciting crisis; and then the sense of being in his arms, hearing his voice, meeting his eye, touching his hand and cheek, loving him, being loved by him--the hope of passing a lifetime at his side, would be renewed, with all its first force and fire. Then I awoke.
In mezzo a scene bizzarre e strane avventure, incontravo sempre il signor Rochester nel momento critico della crisi. Allora parevami di esser fra le sue braccia, di udire la sua voce, d'incontrare i suoi occhi, e lo amavo ed egli mi amava, e la speranza di passar con lui la vita, rinasceva impetuosa come prima.