Her husband was dying, and she was alone with him. Nothing could exceed the desolation of her surroundings. She sat there plunged into the profoundest grief.
The man took no notice of her, and she opened his gown and put her cheek onto his heart, calling him, she returned swiftly to tge bedside, wondering if she remained away foe hours or seconds, and if he were dead.
Sge let herself fall back in the chair, and clasping her hands against her heart.
Finally, she took her ear to his lips ; he still breathed. She made a motion to kiss him.
" Am I afraid of Death. And of Death that has not yet come?" Suddenly, there was a stiff feeling at the roots of her hair. Then she felt sleepy and instatly plunged into her dream.
She heard knocking and the very walls vibrated. The handle turned, swiftly and firmly. By a fit, she flung herself into the arms of her husband. When the maid opened the door, she found a dead woman lying across a dead man.
And the man and the woman were none other than couple itself.
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