Sometimes it would take me in the middle of my work, and I would immediately sit down and sigh, and look upon the ground for an hour or two together; and this was still worse to me, for if I could burst out into tears, or vent myself by words, it would go off, and the grief, having exhausted itself, would abate.
A veces, me sorprendían en medio del trabajo y me obligaban a sentarme a suspirar, cabizbajo, durante una o dos horas, lo cual era mucho peor, pues si hubiese podido irrumpir en llanto o expresarme en palabras, habría podido desahogarme y aliviar mi dolor.