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Lilian's wondrous gentleness of nature did not desert her in the suspension of her reason. She was habitually calm, —very silent; when she spoke it was rarely on earthly things, on things familiar to her past, things one could comprehend. Her thought seemed to have quitted the earth, seeking refuge in some imaginary heaven. She spoke of wanderings with her father as if he were living still; she did not seem to understand the meaning we attach to the word "Death". She would sit for hours murmuring to herself: when one sought to catch the words, they seemed in converse with invisible spirits.