Exhausted by emotion, my language was more subdued than it generally was when it developed that sad theme; and mindful of Helen's warnings against the indulgence of resentment, I infused into the narrative far less of gall and wormwood than ordinary. Thus restrained and simplified, it sounded more credible: I felt as I went on that Miss Temple fully believed me.
Estaba tan fatigada -y además tan influida por los consejos de Helen- que acerté a exponer las cosas con mucho menos apasionamiento y más orden que de ordinario, y comprendí que Miss Temple me creía.