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 1 II|      funerals. I imagine myself dead every time he looks at me.”~“
 2 II|         were flat and bare as a dead man’s arm. He proceeded
 3 II|    beneath his head-gear, as if dead with fatigue. A loud laugh
 4 IV|           To-morrow, I shall be dead.” And a peculiar shudder
 5 IV|  shudder passed over her body. “Dead! I shall speak no more,
 6 IV|   thought. “Tomorrow I shall be dead, there, upon my bed.” She
 7 IV|       out, white as the sheets.~Dead! In a week she would be
 8 IV|        that she was not already dead. Her senses seemed more
 9 IV|   happened.~So, she was not yet dead. But she felt so calm, in
10 IV| suitable posture, a pose of the dead, she waited.~The Marquise
11 IV|         closed, pretended to be dead. Her mother entered distracted,
12 IV|       he added:~“But she is not dead; we can resuscitate her.