But that is not your pity, Jane; it is not the feeling of which your whole face is full at this moment--with which your eyes are now almost overflowing--with which your heart is heaving--with which your hand is trembling in mine.
Pero tu piedad no es de esa especie: lo siento en la expresión de tus ojos, en el temblor de tus manos, en los latidos de tu corazón.