By Mr. Rochester they were not observed; he was earnestly looking at my face from which the blood had, I daresay, momentarily fled: for I felt my forehead dewy, and my cheeks and lips cold.
Il signor Rochester non li vide; era troppo occupato a guardarmi perché il sangue era scomparso per un momento dal mio volto; mi sentivo la fronte madida e le labbra gelate.