Poor thing! how beautiful she looks! but how like death!" Deathlike, indeed, was the repose of the sleeper,—deathlike and deep. At length the task was done, and she jabbed the needle into a cushion, folded the coat, and rose. She dismissed the whole subject with a little shrug of the shoulders.
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