“…I snatched away
my hand and gave a cry. What I had touched was cold and, at the
same time, bony; and I remembered that his hands smelt of death…”
“I tell you I kissed her just like that, on her forehead…
and she did not draw back her forehead from my lips!
…I tore off my mask so as not to lose one of her
tears…and she did not run away!…And she did not die!…
She remained alive, weeping over me, with me.“