In those days I was young, and all sorts of fancies bright and dark tenanted my mind: the memories of nursery stories were there amongst other rubbish; and when they recurred, maturing youth added to them a vigour and vividness beyond what childhood could give.
En aquella época yo era joven y toda clase de fantasías, ora brillantes, ora lúgubres poblaban mi mente: los recuerdos de los cuentos que me contaban de niña, y a los que la juventud añadiera renovados vigor y colores.