The two girls, on whom, kneeling down on the wet ground, and looking through the low, latticed window of Moor House kitchen, I had gazed with so bitter a mixture of interest and despair, were my near kinswomen; and the young and stately gentleman who had found me almost dying at his threshold was my blood relation. Glorious discovery to a lonely wretch!
Aquellas dos jóvenes que, desesperada, contemplara una noche de lluvia a través de la enrejada ventanita de la cocina de Moor House eran mis parientes, como lo era aquel joven que se hallaba ante mí. ¡Oh, qué delicioso descubrimiento para quien sufría el dolor de su soledad!