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then to my many questions ; but a day or two afterwards I learned that Miss Temple , on returning to her own room at dawn , had found me laid in the little crib ; my face against Helen Burns ' s shoulder , my arms round her neck . I was asleep , and Helen was -- dead .
Her grave is in Brocklebridge churchyard : for fifteen years after her death it was only covered by a grassy mound ; but now a grey marble tablet marks the spot , inscribed with her name , and the word " Resurgam ."