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Johnsy did not say anything. Sue went and brought her abowl of soup.
“I don’t want any soup,”“I am not hungry… Now there are only four leaves left. I want to see the last one fall before it gets dark. Then I will sleep forever.”
Sue sat on Johnsy’s bed, kissed her and said, “You are notgoing to die. I can’t draw the curtain for I need the light. I want tofinish the painting and get some money for us. Please, my dear friend,” she begged Johnsy, “promise not to look out of the windowwhile I paint.”“All right,” said Johnsy. “Finish your painting soon for I wantto see the last leaf fall. I’m tired of waiting. I have to die, so let mego away peacefully like one of those poor, tired leaves.”“Try to sleep,” said Sue. “I have to paint an old miner. I willcall Behrman up to be my model.”
You are not going to die. I can’t draw the curtain for I need the light. I want to finish the painting and get some money for us. Please, my dear friend,”
Sue rushed down. Behrman lived on the ground floor.He was a sixty-year-old painter. His lifelong dream was topaint a masterpiece but that had remained a dream. Sue pouredout her worries to Behrman. She told him how Johnsy wasconvinced that she would die when the last leaf fell.
“I will come with you and see Johnsy,”
“Is she stupid?” “How can she be so foolish?”
“She is running a high temperature,”complained Sue. “She refuses to eat or drink and that worries me a lot.”

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