Death of Olivier Becaille

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:

Year

2005

Language

English

Publisher

eBooksLib

Editions

1

ISBN

9781412144513

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