She was dead. No sleep so beautiful and calm, so free from trace of pain, so fair to look upon. She seemed a creature fresh from the hand of God, and waiting for the breath of life — not one who had lived and suffered death. Stories for standard i (-vi). - Seite 211von mrs. William Thomas Greenup - 1880Vollansicht
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...wake her They never flew from her!' Finally Dickens himself joins in the accounts of her apotheosis: 'she seemed a creature fresh from the hand of God, and waiting for the breath of life . . . And still her former self lay there, unaltered in this change; ... So shall we know the angels...