Though I had now extinguished my candle and was laid down in bed, I could not sleep for thinking of his look when he paused in the avenue, and told how his destiny had risen up before him, and dared him to be happy at Thornfield.
Aquella noche, en mi lecho, con la luz ya apagada, no conseguía dormir pensando en la mirada que Rochester dirigiera a la casa, y me preguntaba si él no podría llegar a ser feliz en Thornfield.