As I sat in my usual nook, and looked at him with the light of the girandoles on the mantelpiece beaming full over him--for he occupied an arm-chair drawn close to the fire, and kept shrinking still nearer, as if he were cold, I compared him with Mr. Rochester.
Mientras le contemplaba desde mi rincón de costumbre, a la luz de la chimenea -ya que estaba sentado en una butaca muy próxima al fuego, como si sintiera frío-, le comparaba con Rochester.