He expressed once, and but once in my hearing, a strong sense of the rugged charm of the hills, and an inborn affection for the dark roof and hoary walls he called his home; but there was more of gloom than pleasure in the tone and words in which the sentiment was manifested; and never did he seem to roam the moors for the sake of their soothing silence--never seek out or dwell upon the thousand peaceful delights they could yield.
Una vez habló ante mí del afecto que experimentaba hacia su hogar y hacia aquellas colinas que lo rodeaban, pero más que contento, creí adivinar una sombra de tristeza en sus palabras.