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"
You
mean
the
Garden
of
Death
,
"
she
whispered
.
"
Yes
,
death
.
Death
must
be
so
beautiful
.
To
lie
in
the
soft
brown
earth
,
with
the
grasses
waving
above
one
's
head
,
and
listen
to
silence
.
To
have
no
yesterday
,
and
no
to-morrow
.
To
forget
time
,
to
forget
life
,
to
be
at
peace
.
You
can
help
me
.
You
can
open
for
me
the
portals
of
death
's
house
,
for
love
is
always
with
you
,
and
love
is
stronger
than
death
is
.
"
Virginia
trembled
,
a
cold
shudder
ran
through
her
,
and
for
a
few
moments
there
was
silence
.
She
felt
as
if
she
was
in
a
terrible
dream
.
Then
the
ghost
spoke
again
,
and
his
voice
sounded
like
the
sighing
of
the
wind
.
"
Have
you
ever
read
the
old
prophecy
on
the
library
window
?
"
"
Oh
,
often
,
"
cried
the
little
girl
,
looking
up
;
"
I
know
it
quite
well
.
It
is
painted
in
curious
black
letters
,
and
is
difficult
to
read
.
There
are
only
six
lines
:
"
'
When
a
golden
girl
can
win
Prayer
from
out
the
lips
ofsin
,
When
the
barren
almond
bears
,
And
a
little
child
gives
away
its
tears
,
