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'Now, Janet, I'll explain to you all about it. It was half dream,
half reality. A woman did, I doubt not, enter your room: and that
woman was- must have been- Grace Poole. You call her a strange being
yourself: from all you know, you have reason so to call her- what
did she do to me? what to Mason? In a state between sleeping and
waking, you noticed her entrance and her actions; but feverish, almost
delirious as you were, you ascribed to her a goblin appearance
different from her own: the long dishevelled hair, the swelled black
face, the exaggerated stature, were figments of imagination; results
of nightmare: the spiteful tearing of the veil was real: and it is
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like her. I see you would ask why I keep such a woman in my house:
when we have been married a year and a day, I will tell you; but not
now. Are you satisfied, Jane? Do you accept my solution of the
mystery?'
I reflected, and in truth it appeared to me the only possible
one: satisfied I was not, but to please him I endeavoured to appear
so- relieved, I certainly did feel; so I answered him with a contented
smile. And now, as it was long past one, I prepared to leave him.
'Does not Sophie sleep with Adele in the nursery?' he asked, as I
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