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At
last
we
knew
that
the
wrappings
were
coming
to
an
end
.
Already
the
proportions
were
reduced
to
those
of
a
normal
figure
of
the
manifest
height
of
the
Queen
,
who
was
more
than
average
height
.
And
as
the
end
drew
nearer
,
so
Margaret
's
pallor
grew
;
and
her
heart
beat
more
and
more
wildly
,
till
her
breast
heaved
in
a
way
that
frightened
me
.
Just
as
her
father
was
taking
away
the
last
of
the
bandages
,
he
happened
to
look
up
and
caught
the
pained
and
anxious
look
of
her
pale
face
.
He
paused
,
and
taking
her
concern
to
be
as
to
the
outrage
on
modesty
,
said
in
a
comforting
way
:
"
Do
not
be
uneasy
,
dear
!
See
!
there
is
nothing
to
harm
you
.
The
Queen
has
on
a
robe
.
--
Ay
,
and
a
royal
robe
,
too
!
"
The
wrapping
was
a
wide
piece
the
whole
length
of
the
body
.
It
being
removed
,
a
profusely
full
robe
of
white
linen
had
appeared
,
covering
the
body
from
the
throat
to
the
feet
.
And
such
linen
!
We
all
bent
over
to
look
at
it
.
Margaret
lost
her
concern
,
in
her
woman
's
interest
in
fine
stuff
.
Then
the
rest
of
us
looked
with
admiration
;
for
surely
such
linen
was
never
seen
by
the
eyes
of
our
age
.
It
was
as
fine
as
the
finest
silk
.
But
never
was
spun
or
woven
silk
which
lay
in
such
gracious
folds
,
constrict
though
they
were
by
the
close
wrappings
of
the
mummy
cloth
,
and
fixed
into
hardness
by
the
passing
of
thousands
of
years
.
Round
the
neck
it
was
delicately
embroidered
in
pure
gold
with
tiny
sprays
of
sycamore
;
and
round
the
feet
,
similarly
worked
,
was
an
endless
line
of
lotus
plants
of
unequal
height
,
and
with
all
the
graceful
abandon
of
natural
growth
.
Across
the
body
,
but
manifestly
not
surrounding
it
,
was
a
girdle
of
jewels
.
A
wondrous
girdle
,
which
shone
and
glowed
with
all
the
forms
and
phases
and
colours
of
the
sky
!
The
buckle
was
a
great
yellow
stone
,
round
of
outline
,
deep
and
curved
,
as
if
a
yielding
globe
had
been
pressed
down
.
It
shone
and
glowed
,
as
though
a
veritable
sun
lay
within
;
the
rays
of
its
light
seemed
to
strike
out
and
illumine
all
round
.
Flanking
it
were
two
great
moonstones
of
lesser
size
,
whose
glowing
,
beside
the
glory
of
the
sunstone
,
was
like
the
silvery
sheen
of
moonlight
.
And
then
on
either
side
,
linked
by
golden
clasps
of
exquisite
shape
,
was
a
line
of
flaming
jewels
,
of
which
the
colours
seemed
to
glow
.
Each
of
these
stones
seemed
to
hold
a
living
star
,
which
twinkled
in
every
phase
of
changing
light
.
