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Was It Heaven? Or Hell?, a short story by Mark Twain |
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CHAPTER 7 |
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_ A sheaf of white crape and black was hung upon the door of the house, and there it swayed and rustled in the wind and whispered its tidings. At noon the preparation of the dead was finished, and in the coffin lay the fair young form, beautiful, and in the sweet face a great peace. Two mourners sat by it, grieving and worshipping-- Hannah and the black woman Tilly. Hester came, and she was trembling, for a great trouble was upon her spirit. She said: "She asks for a note." Hannah's face blanched. She had not thought of this; it had seemed "There is no way out of it--she must have it; she will suspect, else." "And she would find out." "Yes. It would break her heart." She looked at the dead face, Hester carried it. The closing line said: "Darling Mousie, dear sweet mother, we shall soon be together again. The mother mourned, saying: "Poor child, how will she bear it when she knows? I shall never see "She thinks you will soon be well." "How good you are, and careful, dear Aunt Hester! None goes near "It would be a crime." "But you SEE her?" "With a distance between--yes." "That is so good. Others one could not trust; but you two guardian Hester's eyes fell, and her poor old lips trembled. "Let me kiss you for her, Aunt Hester; and when I am gone, Within the hour, Hester, raining tears upon the dead face, |