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thoroughly. I have acted as I inwardly swore I would act; but
further might try me beyond my strength. Rise, Miss Eyre: leave me;
"the play is played out."'
Where was I? Did I wake or sleep? Had I been dreaming? Did I
dream still? The old woman's voice had changed: her accent, her
gesture, and all were familiar to me as my own face in a glass- as the
speech of my own tongue. I got up, but did not go. I looked; I stirred
the fire, and I looked again: but she drew her bonnet and her
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bandage closer about her face, and again beckoned me to depart. The
flame illuminated her hand stretched out: roused now, and on the alert
for discoveries, I at once noticed that hand. It was no more the
withered limb of eld than my own; it was a rounded supple member, with
smooth fingers, symmetrically turned; a broad ring flashed on the
little finger, and stooping forward, I looked at it, and saw a gem I
had seen a hundred times before. Again I looked at the face; which was
no longer turned from me- on the contrary, the bonnet was doffed, leonardo da vinci painting