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"Impossible!" her vanity made reply, and the berceuse which she was playing assumed the character of a triumphal march.

As she passed each corpse she knelt beside it and sang the foolish little berceuse that Poitou mothers sing to their babies.

Doubtless she knew it too, as she sat there sewing on the frail garment which lay across her knee and singing blithely under her breath some air with cadence like a berceuse.

I found him seated in a berceuse on the veranda.

The plaintive melody of the berceuse rang in her ears on duty and off, till at last she could stand it no longer.