There was a wilderness of beautiful white flowers, and death was made as little repulsive as might be.

The end of the winding sheet was laid over the face.

When the Professor bent over and turned it gently back, we both started at the beauty before us.
The tall wax candles showing a sufficient light to note it well.

All Lucy's loveliness had come back to her in death, and the hours that had passed, instead of leaving traces of 'decay's effacing fingers', had but restored the beauty of life, till positively I could not believe my eyes that I was looking at a corpse.
The Professor looked sternly grave.

He had not loved her as I had, and there was no need for tears in his eyes.