Now she was resting in her bed, lying on her back,
her eyes closed, her features calm, her long white hair carefully arranged
as though she had done it up ten minutes before dying. The whole pale
countenance of the dead woman was so collected, so calm, so resigned
that one could feel what a sweet soul had lived in that body, what a quiet
existence this old soul had led, how easy and pure the death of this parent
had been.