If he were insane, however, his was a very cool and collected insanity: I had never seen that handsome-featured face of his look more like chiselled marble than it did just now, as he put aside his snow-wet hair from his forehead and let the firelight shine free on his pale brow and cheek as pale, where it grieved me to discover the hollow trace of care or sorrow now so plainly graved.
Non avevo mai veduto i suoi bei lineamenti più simili al marmo che nel momento in cui s'era gettato indietro i capelli coperti di neve. Fui rattristata vedendo le traccie evidenti dei pensieri e dei dolori sulla sua fronte pallida.