The border of the tragic dress has fallen again, but I cannot remove my eyes from that profound obscurity.

I look at Marie, and look at her again; and though I knew her, it seems to me that I wholly discover her.
"I can't hear anything now," says a woman.
"Yes I can----" "No, no!" the other repeats.
Then I see Crillon's huge back bending over.

My aunt's mouth opens gently and remains open.

The eyelids fall back almost completely upon the stiffened gleam of the eyes, which squint in the gray and bony mask.

I see Crillon's big hand hover over the little mummified face, lowering the eyelids and keeping them closed.
Marie utters a cry when this movement tells her that our aunt has just died.
She sways.