Title: Death of Olivier Becaille
Description: 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:
Subjects: Classic Literature, Fiction