Excerpt from Buried Alive

It was on a Saturday, at six o'clock in the morning that I died after an illness of three days. My poor wife had been digging down into a trunk for the past minute, looking for some linen. When she raised up and saw me rigid, my eyes open, my breathing stopped, she rushed up thinking I had fainted. She touched my hands, bent over my face. Then terror seized her; and stunned, she stammered, bursting into tears, -

"My God! my God! he is dead!"

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