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That handsome man is gone; the rose lies in
the psalm-book, and grandmother, – yes, she
again sits like an old woman, and looks on the
withered rose that lies in the book.
Now grandmother is dead!
She sat in the arm-chair, and told a long,
long, sweet story. "And now it is ended!"
said she, "and I am quite tired: let me
now sleep a little!" And so she laid her head
back to rest. She drew her breath, she slept, but
it became more and more still; and her face was
so full of peace and happiness – it was as if the
sun’s rays passed over it. She smiled, and then
they said that she was dead.
She was laid in the black coffin; she lay
swathed in the white linen: she was so pretty,
and yet the eyes were closed – but all the
wrinkles were gone. She lay with a smile around
her mouth, her hair was so silvery white, so
venerable, one was not at all afraid to look on
the dead, for it was the sweet, benign
grandmother. And the psalm-book was laid in the
coffin under her head (she herself had requested
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