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"
It
's
against
the
wall
,
as
it
always
is
,
"
she
replied
.
"
It
does
appear
odd
--
I
see
a
face
in
it
!
"
"
There
's
no
press
in
the
room
,
and
never
was
,
"
said
I
,
resuming
my
seat
,
and
looping
up
the
curtains
that
I
might
watch
her
.
"
Do
n't
you
see
that
face
?
"
she
enquired
,
gazing
earnestly
at
the
mirror
.
And
say
what
I
could
,
I
was
incapable
of
making
her
comprehend
it
to
be
her
own
;
so
I
rose
and
covered
it
with
a
shawl
.
"
It
's
behind
there
still
!
"
she
pursued
anxiously
.
"
And
it
stirred
.
Who
is
it
?
I
hope
it
will
not
come
out
when
you
are
gone
!
Oh
!
Nelly
,
the
room
is
haunted
!
I
'm
afraid
of
being
alone
!
"
I
took
her
hand
in
mine
,
and
bid
her
be
composed
:
for
a
succession
of
shudders
convulsed
her
frame
,
and
she
would
keep
straining
her
gaze
towards
the
glass
.
"
There
's
nobody
here
!
"
I
insisted
.
"
It
was
yourself
Mrs.
Linton
:
you
knew
it
a
while
since
.
"
"
Myself
!
"
she
gasped
,
"
and
the
clock
is
striking
twelve
!
It
's
true
,
then
!
that
's
dreadful
!
"
Her
fingers
clutched
the
clothes
,
and
gathered
them
over
her
eyes
.
I
attempted
to
steal
to
the
door
with
an
intention
of
calling
her
husband
;
but
I
was
summoned
back
by
a
piercing
shriek
--
the
shawl
had
dropped
from
the
frame
.
"
Why
,
what
is
the
matter
?
"
cried
I.
"
Who
is
coward
now
?
Wake
up
!
That
is
the
glass
--
the
mirror
,
Mrs.
Linton
;
and
you
see
yourself
in
it
,
and
there
am
I
too
,
by
your
side
.
"
