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'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.'
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'This, sir, was purple: the lips were swelled and dark; the brow
furrowed: the black eyebrows widely raised over the bloodshot eyes.
Shall I tell you of what it reminded me?'
'You may.'
'Of the foul German spectre- the Vampyre.'
'Ah!- what did it do?'
'Sir, it removed my veil from its gaunt head, rent it in two parts,
and flinging both on the floor, trampled on them.'
'Afterwards?' thomas kinkade painting