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That breastpin she wears has _ gray _ hair in it ; her mother 's , no doubt ; -- I remember our landlady 's daughter telling me , soon after the schoolmistress came to board with us , that she had lately `` buried a payrent . '' That 's what made her look so pale , -- kept the poor dying thing alive with her own blood . Ah ! long illness is the real vampyrism ; think of living a year or two after one is dead , by sucking the life-blood out of a frail young creature at one 's bedside ! Well , souls grow white , as well as cheeks , in these holy duties one that goes in a nurse may come out an angel . -- God bless all good women ! -- to their soft hands and pitying hearts we must all come at last !