unclose—these　eyes　now　shut；　now　opening；　now　wandering　through　the　room；　now　fixing　on　me；　and　ever　glazed　with　the　dulness　of　horror。　I　must　dip　my　hand　again　and　again　in　the　basin　of　blood　and　water；　and　wipe　away　the　trickling　gore。　I　must　see　the　light　of　the　unsnuffed　candle　wane　on　my　employment；　the　shadows　darken　on　the　e；　and　grow　black　under　the　hangings　of　the　vast　old　bed；　and　quiver　strangely　over　the　doors　of　a　great　cabi　opposite—whose　front；　divided　into　twelve　panels；　bore；　in　grim　design；　the　heads　of　the　twelve　apostles；　each　enclosed　in　its　separate　panel　as　in　a　frame；　while　above　them　at　the　top　rose　an　ebon　crucifix　and　a　dying　Christ。

According　as　the　shifting　obscurity　and　flickering　gleam　hovered　here　or　glanced　there；　it　was　now　the　bearded　physician；　Luke；　that　bent　his　brow；　now　St。　John’s　long　hair　that　waved；　and　anon　the　devilish　face　of　Judas；　that　grew　out　of　the　panel；　and　seemed　gathering　life　and　threatening　a　revelation　of　the　arch…traitor—of　Satan　himself—in　his　subordinate’s　form。

Amidst　all　this；　I　had　to　listen　as　well　as　watch：　to　listen　for　the　movements　of　the　wild　beast　or　the　fiend　in　yonder　side　den。　But　since　Mr。　Rochester’s　visit　it　seemed　spellbound：　all　the　night　I　heard　but　three　sounds　at　three　long　intervals；—a　step　creak；　a　momentary　renewal　of　the　snarling；　canine　noise；　and　a　deep　human　groan。

Then　my　own　thoughts　worried　me。　What　crime　was　this　that　lived　incarnate　in　this　sequestered　mansio