As we re-entered the carriage, and I sat back feverish and fagged, I remembered what, in the hurry of events, dark and bright, I had wholly forgotten--the letter of my uncle, John Eyre, to Mrs. Reed: his intention to adopt me and make me his legatee.
Entonces me acordé de la carta de mi tío John Eyre, olvidada en el torbellino de los sucesos de aquellos días, en la que anunciaba su propósito de adoptarme.