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my old eyes. If I could feel that you loved my son,
I should mourn his loss.”
The girl arose, her eyes burning with rapture.
Tearing off her bridal veil, she spread it over the
grave; then taking off her wreath and crown, she
laid them beside it.
“Now,” she cried, “you see how I love him! I
give him my crown and veil. I wed myself to him.
Never shall I belong to another!”
The Captain’s wife stood silent a moment, trembling
all over, her face twitching; but at last the
tears came—tears of grief.
My shadowy friend, Death, the deliverer, shuddered
when he saw those tears. So he had not been
greeted with joy even here, and this mother’s heart
had not really been gladdened by his coming.
He drew his cowl over his face and stole quietly
away from the churchyard, disappearing among the
rye-fields.
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