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At last a violent fit of coughing obliged Maria
to let her go.
This cough became worse and worse. ‘I have
been barking the whole night,’ she used to say,
with a kind of gloomy irony. And day by day
she looked paler and more transparent, but she
persistently refused to consult a doctor; besides,
it always made her cross to be talked to about
her illness.
In this way she lived on a few years longer.
She took to her bed only two days before her
death, but her last struggle was very hard and
painful.
The general ordered a stately funeral for her,
at which the whole household assisted. Even
Fekluscha followed her to the grave, with
streaming tears.
Only Philip Matvjejitsch was missing.
Without waiting for her death, he had left the
Rajevskis some time previously, in order to
accept another more profitable engagement.
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