Note 62 — Chapter IV · DEATH AND BURIAL.
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'Odious! in woollen! 'twould a saint provoke,' Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke; 'No, let a charming chintz and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs and shade my lifeless face: One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead— And, Betty, give this cheek a little red.'[62]