She washed her, wrapped her in a shroud, put her into the casket, laid a wreath of flowers on her head and arranged her curls.

They were blond and of an extraordinary length for her age.

Felicite cut off a big lock and put half of it into her bosom, resolving never to part with it.
The body was taken to Pont-l'Eveque, according to Madame Aubain's wishes; she followed the hearse in a closed carriage.
After the ceremony it took three quarters of an hour to reach the cemetery.

Paul, sobbing, headed the procession; Monsieur Bourais followed, and then came the principal inhabitants of the town, the women covered with black capes, and Felicite.

The memory of her nephew, and the thought that she had not been able to render him these honours, made her doubly unhappy, and she felt as if he were being buried with Virginia.
Madame Aubain's grief was uncontrollable.