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 smile about her lips. She was well avenged,—if her consecrated rest had been disturbed by my heretic eyes. I can still smell the white flower; and I can see even the silk stitches in the white satin shoes,—the motionless yellow tongues of the candles,—the thin dead face that seemed to smile, and the thousand sinister faces that smiled not, and dared me to smile."