"Yes, there is your 'boite' at last: take it into a corner, you genuine daughter of Paris, and amuse yourself with disembowelling it," said the deep and rather sarcastic voice of Mr. Rochester, proceeding from the depths of an immense easy-chair at the fireside.
¡Se ve que eres una auténtica parisiense! -dijo la grave y sarcástica voz de Mr. Rochester, surgiendo de las profundidades de una inmensa butaca en que se hallaba hundido, al lado del fuego-.