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'In his little lace-trimmed bed, the little Dauphin, paler than the pillow beneath his head, is lying still. Though the little body lies straight and his eyes are closed, he is not sleeping…He turns his head towards his mother and sees that she is weeping. He says: ‘Madame, why are you weeping? Is it because you really believe I am going to die?’, page 131