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"
It
must
have
been
one
of
them
,
"
interrupted
my
master
.
"
No
,
sir
,
I
solemnly
assure
you
to
the
contrary
.
The
shape
standing
before
me
had
never
crossed
my
eyes
within
the
precincts
of
Thornfield
Hall
before
;
the
height
,
the
contour
were
new
to
me
.
"
"
Describe
it
,
Jane
.
"
"
It
seemed
,
sir
,
a
woman
,
tall
and
large
,
with
thick
and
dark
hair
hanging
long
down
her
back
.
"
I
know
not
what
dress
she
had
on
:
it
was
white
and
straight
;
but
whether
gown
,
sheet
,
or
shroud
,
I
can
not
tell
.
"
"
Did
you
see
her
face
?
"
"
Not
at
first
.
But
presently
she
took
my
veil
from
its
place
;
she
held
it
up
,
gazed
at
it
long
,
and
then
she
threw
it
over
her
own
head
,
and
turned
to
the
mirror
.
At
that
moment
I
saw
the
reflection
of
the
visage
and
features
quite
distinctly
in
the
dark
oblong
glass
.
"
"
And
how
were
they
?
"
"
Fearful
and
ghastly
to
me
--
oh
,
sir
,
I
never
saw
a
face
like
it
!
It
was
a
discoloured
face
--
it
was
a
savage
face
.
I
wish
I
could
forget
the
roll
of
the
red
eyes
and
the
fearful
blackened
inflation
of
the
lineaments
!
"
"
Ghosts
are
usually
pale
,
Jane
.
"
