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WherewasI？DidIwakeorsleep？HadIbeendreaming？
DidI
dreamstill？Theoldwoman\'svoicehadchanged:heraccent，hergesture，andallwerefamiliartomeasmyownfaceinaglass—asthespeechofmyowntongue。Igotup，butdidnotgo。Ilooked;Istirredthefire，andIlookedagain:butshedrewherbonnetandherbandagecloseraboutherface，andagainbeckonedmetodepart。Theflameilluminatedherhandstretchedout:rousednow，andonthealertfordiscoveries，Iatoncenoticedthathand。Itwasnomorethewitheredlimbofeldthanmyown;itwasaroundedsupplemember，withsmoothfingers，symmetricallyturned;abroadringflashedonthelittlefinger，andstoopingforward，Ilookedatit，andsawagemI
hadseenahundredtimesbefore。AgainIlookedattheface;whichwasnolongerturnedfromme—onthecontrary，thebonnetwasdoffed，thebandagedisplaced，theheadadvanced。