While arranging my hair, I looked at my face in the glass, and felt it was no longer plain: there was hope in its aspect and life in its colour; and my eyes seemed as if they had beheld the fount of fruition, and borrowed beams from the lustrous ripple.
Brillaban en él una expresión de esperanza y un vivido color. Mis ojos parecían haberse bañado en la fuente de la dicha y adquirido en ella un esplendor inusitado.