Where was I? Did I wake or sleep? Had I been dreaming? Did I dream still? The old woman’s voice had changed: her accent, her gesture, and all were familiar to me as my own face in a glass – as the speech of my own tongue…I looked…The flame illuminated her hand stretched out: roused now, and on the alert for discoveries, I at once noticed that hand. It was no more the withered limb of eld than my own; it was a rounded supple member, with smooth fingers…a broad ring flashed on the little finger, and stooping forward, I looked at it, and saw a gem I had seen a hundred times before. Again, I looked at the face; which was no longer turned from me…
“Well, Jane, do you know me?” asked the familiar voice…
And Mr. Rochester stepped out of his disguise.

– Charlotte Bronte

Jane Eyre, Chapter 19. As she listens to the gypsy fortune teller, Jane is a dream-like state. But then the voice changes and Jane observes the gypsy’s hand stretched out and illuminated by the flame of the fire. She recognizes a ring on the old hag’s finger that she has seen countless times before. The true identity is revealed. The hag turns out to be no hag, but Mr. Rochester.