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somewhere before. Where had I seen these
faces with their long curls?
“ ‘Where are you, my poor children?’
cried the old nurse, bursting into tears.
“ ‘I shall never see my darlings any more,
my angels, my angels!’
“I looked at them again as she spoke.
“Suddenly I recognized them, as I heard
them called by their name. The same long
curls encircled their brows, but their faces
had become so white and grave in the fading
light of the day. It was the little row of
angels’ heads from the Cathedral of Rheims
that looked at me from the wall of the
nursery.”
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