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thomas kinkade picture stood open; I heard a rustling there. I asked, "Sophie, what are you
doing?" No one answered; but a form emerged from the closet; it took
the light, held it aloft, and surveyed the garments pendent from the
portmanteau. "Sophie! Sophie!" I again cried: and still it was silent.
I had risen up in bed, I bent forward: first surprise, then
bewilderment, came over me; and then my blood crept cold through my
veins. Mr. Rochester, this was not Sophie, it was not Leah, it was not
Mrs. Fairfax: it was not- no, I was sure of it, and am still- it was
not even that strange woman, Grace Poole.'
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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
cannot tell.'
'Did you see her face?'
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