grandfather, insisting that "she is still asleep," has begun to lose his wits; but the same refusal to accept the reality of death is insisted on by the novel itself:
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| | She was dead. No sleep so beautiful and calm, so free from trace of pain, so fair to look upon. She seemed a creature fresh from the hand of God, and waiting for the breath of life; not one who has lived and suffered death. (Chapter 71)
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Is this a description of a dead body or a refusal to describe it? Contemporary readers might have been uncomfortable with putting the question this way, but they would have had one great advantage over us if they had tried to answer it: that they had seen dead bodies, and quite possibly dead children. Today the cosmetic skill of the mortician, and all the other apparatus of avoidance, keeps us away from the dead; so for comparison I will turn to a contemporary description of a dead child:
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| | From the gorgeous sunlight I turned round to the corpse. There lay the sweet childish figure; there the angel face; and, as people usually fancy, it was said in the house that no features had suffered any change. Had they not? The forehead, indeedthe serene and noble forehead that might be the same; but the frozen eyelids, the darkness that seemed to steal from beneath them, the marble lips, the stiffening hands, laid palm to palm, as if repeating the supplications of closing anguishcould these be mistaken for life? 13
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Thomas De Quincey lost his nine-year-old sister when he was six, that is in 1791, but he wrote this account at about the same time Dickens wrote The Old Curiosity Shop: this is an adult writing, though attempting to recall a child's perception. It could almost be a commentary on the description of the dead Nell, beginning (except for the use of the term "corpse," which Dickens avoids) with two clauses in the same mode as the novel, then asking in a more matter-of-fact way whether what "people usually fancy" (and, we could add, what novelists usually write) corresponds to what we actually see.
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The emblems associated with the dead Nell are those we might expect: snow and, more generally, winter; churchyards and the interior of churches; and birds. Kit brings the dying Nell her bird in a cage; the birds that she used to feed, obedient to the pathetic fallacy, die when she does, "that they may not wake her"; her caged bird outlives her, but only just: it is "a poor
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