The features, placid and serene, told the nature of the last sensations, that had lingered in the now deserted frame.

For a moment she turned away, in horror of the stillness in which death had fixed that countenance, never till now seen otherwise than animated; then gazed on it with a mixture of doubt and awful astonishment.

Her reason could scarcely overcome an involuntary and unaccountable expectation of seeing that beloved countenance still susceptible.

She continued to gaze wildly; took up the cold hand; spoke; still gazed, and then burst into a transport of grief.

La Voisin, hearing her sobs, came into the room to lead her away, but she heard nothing, and only begged that he would leave her.
Again alone, she indulged her tears, and, when the gloom of evening obscured the chamber, and almost veiled from her eyes the object of her distress, she still hung over the body; till her spirits, at length, were exhausted, and she became tranquil.