"One night I had been awakened by her yells--(since the medical men had pronounced her mad, she had, of course, been shut up)--it was a fiery West Indian night; one of the description that frequently precede the hurricanes of those climates.
(Desde que fuera declarada loca la teníamos encerrada, naturalmente.) Era una bochornosa noche antillana, y se sentía en el ambiente caliginoso la proximidad de un huracán.