The thin curtains at the window wavered to and fro , as if shaken by ghostly hands . At midnight Naomi Holland opened her eyes . The child she had never loved was the only one to go with her to the brink of the Unseen . `` Eunice -- remember ! '' It was the faintest whisper . The soul , passing over the threshold of another life , strained back to its only earthly tie . A quiver passed over the long , pallid face . A horrible scream rang through the silent house . Sarah Spencer sprang out of her doze in consternation , and gazed blankly at the shrieking child . Caroline came hurrying in with distended eyes . On the bed Naomi Holland lay dead . In the room where she had died Naomi Holland lay in her coffin . It was dim and hushed ; but , in the rest of the house , the preparations for the funeral were being hurried on . Through it all Eunice moved , calm and silent . Since her one wild spasm of screaming by her mother 's death-bed she had shed no tear , given no sign of grief . Perhaps , as her mother had said , she had no time . There was Christopher to be looked after . The boy 's grief was stormy and uncontrolled . He had cried until he was utterly exhausted . It was Eunice who soothed him , coaxed him to eat , kept him constantly by her .
XXXXX night she took him to her own room and watched over him while he slept .
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