The Last Leaf
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- When the last leaves leaf falls, I will die. I have known this for the last three days.
- Six, they are falling faster now. Three days ago there were almost hundred leaves. There are only five left now.
- It is autumn, and the leaves will fall.
- Oh, that's nonsense. What have old ivy leaves to do with your getting well? The doctor is confident you will get better.
- What is it, dear?
- Johnsy did not say anything. Sue went and brought her a bowl 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.
- All right, finish your painting soon for I want to see the last leaf fall. I'm tired of waiting. I have to die, so let me go away peacefully like one of those poor, tired leaves.
- Try to sleep. I have to paint an old miner. I will call Behrman up to be my model.
- You are not going to die. I can't draw the curtain for I need light to finish the painting and get some money for us. Please promise not to look out of the window while I paint.
- She rushed down. Behrman lived on the ground floor. He was a sixty-year-old painter. His lifelong dream was to paint a masterpiece but that had remained a dream. Sue poured out her worries to Behrman. She told him how Johnsy was convinced that she would die when the last leaf fell.
- Is she stupid? How can she be so foolish?
- I will come with you and see Johnsy.
- She is running a high temperature. She refuses to eat or drink and that worries me a lot.
- They tiptoed into the room. Johnsy was sleeping. Sue drew the curtains together and they went to the next room.
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- She peeped out through the window. There was only one leaf on the creeper. It was raining heavily and an icy-cold wind was blowing. It seemed as though the leaf would fall any minute now. Behrman did not say a word. He went back to his room.
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