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when I die?’ ‘You will come to the same region of happiness: be
received by the same mighty, universal Parent, no doubt, dear
Jane.’ Again I questioned, but this time only in thought. ‘Where is
that region? Does it exist?’ And I clasped my arms closer around
Helen; she seemed dearer to me than ever; I felt as if I could not let
her go; I lay with my face hidden on her neck.
Presently she said, in the sweetest tone‘How comfortable I am!
That last fit of coughing has tired me a little; I feel as if I could
sleep: but don’t leave me, Jane; I like to have you near me.’ ‘I’ll stay
with you, dear Helen: no one shall take me away.’ ‘Are you warm,
darling?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Good-night, Jane.’ ‘Good-night, Helen.’ She kissed
me, and I her, and we both soon slumbered.
When I awoke it was day: an unusual movement roused me; I
looked up; I was in somebody’s arms; the nurse held me; she was
carrying me through the passage back to the dormitory. I was not
reprimanded for leaving my bed; people had something else to
think about; no explanation was afforded then to my many
questions; but a day or two afterwards I learned that Miss Temple,
on returning to her own room at dawn, had found me laid in the
little crib; my face against Helen Burns’s shoulder, my arms round
her neck. I was asleep, and Helen was-dead.
Her grave is in Brocklebridge churchyard: for fifteen years after
her death it was only covered by a grassy mound; but now a grey
marble tablet marks the spot, inscribed with her name, and the