She called them in a low voice.

She put into her tone a great gentleness, almost sadness, strangely harmonising with the children's presence.
"You are here, children ?" she said, with a kind little laugh.

"What are you doing here?
Come, they are looking for you." She was old and faded, but she was angelic, with her gown fastened up to her neck.

Beside these two, who were preparing for the large life, she was, thenceforth, like a child, inactive, useless.
They rushed into her arms, and pressed their foreheads against her saintly mouth.

They seemed to be saying good-by to her forever.
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