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Margaret
raised
her
hands
in
ecstasy
.
She
bent
over
to
examine
more
closely
;
but
suddenly
drew
back
and
stood
fully
erect
at
her
grand
height
.
She
seemed
to
speak
with
the
conviction
of
absolute
knowledge
as
she
said
:
"
That
is
no
cerement
!
It
was
not
meant
for
the
clothing
of
death
!
It
is
a
marriage
robe
!
"
Mr.
Trelawny
leaned
over
and
touched
the
linen
robe
.
He
lifted
a
fold
at
the
neck
,
and
I
knew
from
the
quick
intake
of
his
breath
that
something
had
surprised
him
.
He
lifted
yet
a
little
more
;
and
then
he
,
too
,
stood
back
and
pointed
,
saying
:
"
Margaret
is
right
!
That
dress
is
not
intended
to
be
worn
by
the
dead
!
See
!
her
figure
is
not
robed
in
it
.
It
is
but
laid
upon
her
.
"
He
lifted
the
zone
of
jewels
and
handed
it
to
Margaret
.
Then
with
both
hands
he
raised
the
ample
robe
,
and
laid
it
across
the
arms
which
she
extended
in
a
natural
impulse
.
Things
of
such
beauty
were
too
precious
to
be
handled
with
any
but
the
greatest
care
.
We
all
stood
awed
at
the
beauty
of
the
figure
which
,
save
for
the
face
cloth
,
now
lay
completely
nude
before
us
.
Mr.
Trelawny
bent
over
,
and
with
hands
that
trembled
slightly
,
raised
this
linen
cloth
which
was
of
the
same
fineness
as
the
robe
.
As
he
stood
back
and
the
whole
glorious
beauty
of
the
Queen
was
revealed
,
I
felt
a
rush
of
shame
sweep
over
me
.
It
was
not
right
that
we
should
be
there
,
gazing
with
irreverent
eyes
on
such
unclad
beauty
:
it
was
indecent
;
it
was
almost
sacrilegious
!
And
yet
the
white
wonder
of
that
beautiful
form
was
something
to
dream
of
.
It
was
not
like
death
at
all
;
it
was
like
a
statue
carven
in
ivory
by
the
hand
of
a
Praxiteles
.
There
was
nothing
of
that
horrible
shrinkage
which
death
seems
to
effect
in
a
moment
.
There
was
none
of
the
wrinkled
toughness
which
seems
to
be
a
leading
characteristic
of
most
mummies
.
There
was
not
the
shrunken
attenuation
of
a
body
dried
in
the
sand
,
as
I
had
seen
before
in
museums
.
All
the
pores
of
the
body
seemed
to
have
been
preserved
in
some
wonderful
way
.
The
flesh
was
full
and
round
,
as
in
a
living
person
;
and
the
skin
was
as
smooth
as
satin
.
The
colour
seemed
extraordinary
.
It
was
like
ivory
,
new
ivory
;
except
where
the
right
arm
,
with
shattered
,
bloodstained
wrist
and
missing
hand
had
lain
bare
to
exposure
in
the
sarcophagus
for
so
many
tens
of
centuries
.
With
a
womanly
impulse
;
with
a
mouth
that
drooped
with
pity
,
with
eyes
that
flashed
with
anger
,
and
cheeks
that
flamed
,
Margaret
threw
over
the
body
the
beautiful
robe
which
lay
across
her
arm
.
Only
the
face
was
then
to
be
seen
.
This
was
more
startling
even
than
the
body
,
for
it
seemed
not
dead
,
but
alive
.
The
eyelids
were
closed
;
but
the
long
,
black
,
curling
lashes
lay
over
on
the
cheeks
.
The
nostrils
,
set
in
grave
pride
,
seemed
to
have
the
repose
which
,
when
it
is
seen
in
life
,
is
greater
than
the
repose
of
death
.
The
full
,
red
lips
,
though
the
mouth
was
not
open
,
showed
the
tiniest
white
line
of
pearly
teeth
within
.
Her
hair
,
glorious
in
quantity
and
glossy
black
as
the
raven
's
wing
,
was
piled
in
great
masses
over
the
white
forehead
,
on
which
a
few
curling
tresses
strayed
like
tendrils
.
I
was
amazed
at
the
likeness
to
Margaret
,
though
I
had
had
my
mind
prepared
for
this
by
Mr.
Corbeck
's
quotation
of
her
father
's
statement
.
This
woman
--
I
could
not
think
of
her
as
a
mummy
or
a
corpse
--
was
the
image
of
Margaret
as
my
eyes
had
first
lit
on
her
.
The
likeness
was
increased
by
the
jewelled
ornament
which
she
wore
in
her
hair
,
the
"
Disk
and
Plumes
"
,
such
as
Margaret
,
too
,
had
worn
.
It
,
too
,
was
a
glorious
jewel
;
one
noble
pearl
of
moonlight
lustre
,
flanked
by
carven
pieces
of
moonstone
.
Mr.
Trelawny
was
overcome
as
he
looked
.
He
quite
broke
down
;
and
when
Margaret
flew
to
him
and
held
him
close
in
her
arms
and
comforted
him
,
I
heard
him
murmur
brokenly
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