If he were insane, however, his was a very cool and collected insanity: I had never seen that handsome-featured face of his look more like chiselled marble than it did just now, as he put aside his snow-wet hair from his forehead and let the firelight shine free on his pale brow and cheek as pale, where it grieved me to discover the hollow trace of care or sorrow now so plainly graved.
Nunca me parecieron de una calma tan marmórea sus facciones como hoy, mientras se separaba de la frente el cabello húmedo de nieve. Con todo, la preocupación se pintaba claramente en su rostro iluminado por la llama del hogar.