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The third showed the pinnacle of an iceberg piercing a polar winter

sky: a hts reared their di these into distance, rose, in

the foreground, a head,--a colossal head, inclined towards the

iceberg, and resting against it Two thin hands, joined under the

forehead, and supporting it, drew up before the lower features a

sable veil, a brow quite bloodless, white as bone, and an eye

hollow and fixed, blank of lassiness of

despair, alone were visible Above the teue in its character and

consistency as cloud, gleaee This pale crescent was "the

likeness of a kingly crohat it diademed was "the shape which

shape had none"

"Were you happy when you painted these pictures?" asked Mr

Rochester presently

"I was absorbed, sir: yes, and I was happy To paint them, in

short, was to enjoy one of the keenest pleasures I have ever known"

"That is not saying much Your pleasures, by your own account, have

been few; but I daresay you did exist in a kind of artist's