As I sat in my usual nook, and looked at him with the light of the girandoles on the mantelpiece beaming full over him--for he occupied an arm-chair drawn close to the fire, and kept shrinking still nearer, as if he were cold, I compared him with Mr. Rochester.
Dal mio solito posto potevo vederlo bene. Stava seduto in una poltrona accanto al fuoco e sempre si avvicinava alla fiamma, come se avesse freddo.