The handle turned, the door unclosed, and passing through and curtseying low, I looked up at--a black pillar!--such, at least, appeared to me, at first sight, the straight, narrow, sable-clad shape standing erect on the rug: the grim face at the top was like a carved mask, placed above the shaft by way of capital.
Al fin el picaporte giró y, erguida sobre la alfombra, divisé algo que a primera vista me pareció ser una columna negra, recta, angosta, en lo alto de la cual un rostro deforme era como una esculpida carátula que sirviese de capitel.