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144 again her eyes unclosed, and fixed on her husband's face with an expression of the most utter tenderness: from thence they never moved again. The eyelids closed wearily, and there was a convulsive movement of the hands; then came a frightful stillness, broken by a low gurgling in the throat. The mouth fell; the hand Lord Norbourne elapsed grew still and rigid; her husband bent over her, and touched her lips—they were ice—it was a corpse that he held in his arms.