She made an effort to smile at me. There was infinite sadness in that
effort.
Suddenly she turned toward me, on her side, hiding her face from me,
pillowing it on my hands, which she held close, if weakly, with her own
cold hands. And again that low, pitiful sound escaped her lips.
“I wanted to die,” she breathed. “I wanted to die! Why did n't you let
me die!”
My heart stood still.