wounded arm. Mr. Rochester drew aside the tapestry to reveal the hidden door, opened it, and summoned us inside.
A fire burned in the grate, and over it leaned the familiar shape of Grace Poole, stirring something in a saucepan.
Beyond her, a strange creature moved to and fro, crouching and crawling on all fours. It wore a long white gown, and a tangle of matted hair hid its face.