It was as though she had just stretched herself out there--scarcely sound asleep as yet, and her thick, silky hair--cut as they cut children's hair in these days, you know--cradled her head and cheeks.
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scarcely sound asleep as yet.'"] "So marvelous the mimicry of life, so absolute the deception of breathing sleep, that I scarce dared move, fearing to awaken her.
"When I did move I forgot the dusty shape of the dead at my feet, and left, full across his neck, the imprint of a spurred riding boot.

It gave me my first shudder; I turned, feeling beneath my foot the soft, yielding powder, and stood aghast.