Question

I looked at my love: that feeling which was my master's--which he had created; it shivered in my heart, like a suffering child in a cold cradle; sickness and anguish had seized it; it could not seek Mr. Rochester's arms--it could not derive warmth from his breast.

Accepted Answer

Y mi amor, aquel sentimiento que Rochester había despertado en mí, yacía, angustiado, en mi corazón, como un niño en una cuna fría. Ya no podía buscar el brazo de Rochester ni encontrar calor en su pecho.

Back	I looked at my love: that feeling which was my master's--which he had created; it shivered in my heart, like a suffering child in a cold cradle; sickness and anguish had seized it; it could not seek Mr. Rochester's arms--it could not derive warmth from his breast.
Front	Y mi amor, aquel sentimiento que Rochester había despertado en mí, yacía, angustiado, en mi corazón, como un niño en una cuna fría. Ya no podía buscar el brazo de Rochester ni encontrar calor en su pecho.

En Mi Rochester I Looked Love Feeling Master's Which