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BERUNA and Bathsheba received their mistress when she returned to her chamber. They marked her desolate air. She was silent, pale, and cold. They bore her to her couch, whereon she sat with a most listless and unmeaning look; her quivering lips parted, her eyes fixed upon the ground in vacant abstraction, and her arms languidly folded before her. Beruna stole behind her, and supported her back with pillows, and Bathsheba, unnoticed, wiped the slight foam from her mouth. Thus Miriam remained for several hours, her faithful maidens in vain watching for any indication of her self-consciousness. |
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Suddenly a trumpet sounded. |
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‘What is that?’ exclaimed Miriam, in a shrill voice, and looking up with a distracted glance. |
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Neither of them answered, since they were aware that it betokened the going forth of Alroy to his trial. |
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Miriam remained in the same posture, and with the same expression
of wild inquiry. Another trumpet sounded, and after that a shout
of the people. Then she raised up her arms to heaven, and bowed
her head, and died. |
