A ridge of lighted heath, alive, glancing, devouring, would have been a meet emblem of my mind when I accused and menaced Mrs. Reed: the same ridge, black and blasted after the flames are dead, would have represented as meetly my subsequent condition, when half-an-hour's silence and reflection had shown me the madness of my conduct, and the dreariness of my hated and hating position.
Media hora de silencio y reflexión me mostraron lo locamente que había procedido y lo difícil que se hacía mi situación en aquella casa donde odiaba a todos y era de todos odiada.