Miss Temple had looked down when he first began to speak to her; but she now gazed straight before her, and her face, naturally pale as marble, appeared to be assuming also the coldness and fixity of that material; especially her mouth, closed as if it would have required a sculptor's chisel to open it, and her brow settled gradually into petrified severity.
A medida que hablaba Mr. Brocklehurst, Miss Temple parecía ir convirtiéndose gradualmente en una estatua de mármol y su boca y sus ojos, contraídos en una expresión severa, se apartaban de él.