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That jewel box held the poverty of her life and the wealth of her heart . * * * * * * It poured with rain on the day of the funeral . All the morning groups of people succeeded each other in the big cavern of our room , a going and coming of sighs . My aunt was laid in her coffin towards two o'clock , and it was carried then into the passage , where visitors ' feet had brought dirt and puddles . A belated wreath was awaited , and then the umbrellas opened , and under their black undulation the procession moved off . When we came out of the church it was not far off four o'clock . The rain had not stopped and little rivers dashed down from either side of the procession 's sluggish flow along the street .