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I hastly

countenance--these blue, still lips forbidden to unclose--these eyes

now shut, now opening, noandering through the roolazed with the dulness of horror I ain in the basin of blood and water, and wipe away the

trickling gore I ht of the unsnuffed candle wane

on ht, antique

tapestry round s of the vast old

bed, and quiver strangely over the doors of a great cabinet

opposite--whose front, divided into twelve panels, bore, in grin, the heads of the twelve apostles, each enclosed in its

separate panel as in a frame; while above the Christ

According as the shifting obscurity and flickering glealanced there, it was now the bearded physician, Luke, that

bent his bro St John's long hair that waved; and anon the

devilish face of Judas, that grew out of the panel, and see a revelation of the arch-traitor--of

Satan himself--in his subordinate's form

Amidst all this, I had to listen as well as watch: to listen for

the movements of the wild beast or the fiend in yonder side den

But since Mr Rochester's visit it seeht

I heard but three sounds at three long intervals,--a step creak, a

, canine noise, and a deep huhts worried me What crime was this that lived

incarnate in this sequestered mansion, and could neither be expelled

nor subdued by the owner?--what mystery, that broke out now in fire