But, sir, when I said so to myself on rising this morning, and when I looked round the room to gather courage and comfort from the cheerful aspect of each familiar object in full daylight, there--on the carpet--I saw what gave the distinct lie to my hypothesis,--the veil, torn from top to bottom in two halves
he exclaimed, "that if anything malignant did come near you last night, it was only the veil that was harmed.
In a state between sleeping and waking, you noticed her entrance and her actions; but feverish, almost delirious as you were, you ascribed to her a goblin appearance different from her own: the long dishevelled hair, the swelled black face, the exaggerated stature, were figments of imagination; results of nightmare: the spiteful tearing of the veil was real: and it is like her.
The black veil, though it covers only our pastor's face, throws its influence over his whole person, and makes him ghostlike from head to foot.
As he stooped, the veil hung straight down from his forehead, so that, if her eyelids had not been closed forever, the dead maiden might have seen his face.
At that instant, catching a glimpse of his figure in the looking-glass, the black veil involved his own spirit in the horror with which it overwhelmed all others.
The next day, the whole village of Milford talked of little else than Parson Hooper's black veil.
Yet, though so well acquainted with this amiable weakness, no individual among his parishioners chose to make the black veil a subject of friendly remonstrance.
Remember, each veil
must seem the last and only one.
With her hat and veil she had the air of a visitor, of having looked in on Mr Verloc for a moment.
Mrs Verloc sat still under her black veil, in her own house, like a masked and mysterious visitor of impenetrable intentions.
He advanced, and stretching out his hand, dragged the veil off, unmasking a still, unreadable face, against which his nervous exasperation was shattered like a glass bubble flung against a rock.
Her net veil dangling down by one end on the left side of her face gave an air of disorderly formality to her restrained movements.
A tinge of wildness in her aspect was derived from the black veil hanging like a rag against her cheek, and from the fixity of her black gaze where the light of the room was absorbed and lost without the trace of a single gleam.
But in the meantime, I pursued Truth less relentlessly, refraining from tearing her last veils
aside even when I clutched them in my hand.