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 ''to her and touches her hand. It is cold. With a voice of agony, he cries down the passage:''] Brothers! Brothers!


 * [After a moment it rises again. It is moonlight now; and the , with lighted lanterns are grouped about the bed on which they have laid All day long they have tried to restore her. They have bathed her face with water and wine, and fanned her, and chafed her little hands and feet, but without avail. After a long silence  speaks.

There is no hope, my brothers. There is nothing more to do. Our Snow White is dead.
 * [One by one they kneel about her, silently; but little, unable to restrain his tears, falls sobbing at her feet.