When I turned from it and repassed the trap-door, I could scarcely see my way down the ladder; the attic seemed black as a vault compared with that arch of blue air to which I had been looking up, and to that sunlit scene of grove, pasture, and green hill, of which the hall was the centre, and over which I had been gazing with delight.
El desván me parecía oscuro como una mazmorra, en comparación a la espléndida bóveda diáfana que un momento antes me cubría y bajo la que se alargaba la brillante perspectiva de praderas, campos y colinas de que Thornfield era centro. La anciana se detuvo un momento para cerrar la claraboya.