She kissed me, and still keeping me at her side (where I was well contented to stand, for I derived a child's pleasure from the contemplation of her face, her dress, her one or two ornaments, her white forehead, her clustered and shining curls, and beaming dark eyes), she proceeded to address Helen Burns.
Me besó y me retuvo a su lado. Mientras yo me entregaba al infantil placer de contemplar su rostro, sus cabellos rizados, su blanca frente y sus oscuros ojos, Miss Temple se dirigió a Helen Burns: