Glimpses of an Unfamiliar Japan, Vol 1

of the curtain. He makes me a sign to look, and lifts the veil with a long rod. And suddenly, out of the blackness of some mysterious profundity masked by that sombre curtain, there glowers upon me an apparition at the sight of which I involuntarily start back--a monstrosity exceeding all anticipation--a Face. [5] A Face tremendous, menacing, frightful, dull red, as with the redness of heated iron cooling into grey. The