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by Emile Zola
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The Death of Olivier Becaille Summary
| It was on a Saturday, at six in the morning, that I died after a three days' illness... |
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It was on a Saturday, at six in the morning, that I died after a three days' illness. My wife was searching a trunk for some linen, and when she rose and turned she saw me rigid, with open eyes and silent pulses. She ran to me, fancying that I had fainted, touched my hands and bent over me. Then she suddenly grew alarmed, burst into tears and stammered: "My God, my God! He is dead!" I heard everything, but the sounds seemed to come from a great distance. My left eye still detected a faint glimmer, a whitish light in which all objects melted, but my right eye was quite bereft of sight. It was the coma of my whole being, as if a thunderbolt had struck me. My will was annihilated; not a fiber of flesh obeyed my bidding. And yet amid the impotency of my inert limbs my thoughts subsisted, sluggish and lazy, still perfectly clear. My poor Marguerite was crying; she had dropped on her knees beside the bed, repeating in heart-rending tones: "He is dead! My God, he is dead!" |
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