"The sweet wind from Europe was still whispering in the refreshed leaves, and the Atlantic was thundering in glorious liberty; my heart, dried up and scorched for a long time, swelled to the tone, and filled with living blood--my being longed for renewal--my soul thirsted for a pure draught.
»El dulce viento de Europa soplaba aún sobre las hojas frescas por la lluvia y el Atlántico tronaba en la playa.