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The whole household was in terror and disorder. Eulalie had rushed screaming from the room -- Mary went about, trembling like a leaf, trying to get restoratives -- Agatha knelt on the floor, supporting the old man's head in her lap, speaking to him sometimes, as by the motion and apparent intelligence of his eyes she fancied he might possibly understand her.
"Oh, he is dead, he is dead! " cried Mary, as she took up the senseless hand, and let it fall again with a burst of tears.