Aber solcher Art ist dein Mitleid nicht, Jane; in diesem Augenblick durchzuckt der Jammer dein ganzes Gesicht – deine Augen fließen über – dein Herz erbebt – deine Hand zittert in der meinen.
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.