It was also accompanied by her that I had, nearly nine years ago, walked down the path I was now ascending. On a dark, misty, raw morning in January, I had left a hostile roof with a desperate and embittered heart--a sense of outlawry and almost of reprobation--to seek the chilly harbourage of Lowood: that bourne so far away and unexplored.
Erano nove anni che mi aveva accompagnata per discendere quel viale, che ora risalivamo insieme. Allora avevo il cuore inasprito e disperato, mi credevo scacciata e odiata.