I traced the white road winding round the base of one mountain, and vanishing in a gorge between two; how I longed to follow it farther! I recalled the time when I had travelled that very road in a coach; I remembered descending that hill at twilight; an age seemed to have elapsed since the day which brought me first to Lowood, and I had never quitted it since.
Imaginé la blanca carretera que, bordeando el flanco de una montaña, se desvanecía entre otras dos, en un desfiladero, y evoqué la lejana época en que yo siguiera aquel camino. Recordé el descenso entre las montañas: parecía que hubiera transcurrido un siglo desde que llegara a Lowood para no volver a salir de él.