"Did you see her face?"
"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!"
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