Thre Death of Olivier Becaille
THE DEATH OF OLIVIER BECAILLE
by Emile Zola
CHAPTER I
MY PASSING
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 he ...