I would fain have spoken to her, but my hand was held by a grasp of iron: I was hurried along by a stride I could hardly follow; and to look at Mr. Rochester's face was to feel that not a second of delay would be tolerated for any purpose.
La signora Fairfax era nel vestibolo quando passammo; le avrei volentieri rivolta la parola, ma la mia mano era stretta in una morsa d'acciaio, e mi sentivo trascinata così rapidamente, che duravo fatica a seguire il signor Rochester, e bastava guardarlo in faccia per capire che non avrebbe tollerato un minuto di ritardo.