My quivering lips touched her cool mouth. "Dear Johannes!" she murmured, clasping my hand tightly as she fell back on the pillows. Then she smiled once more, an unearthly smile, and closed her eyes. Her hand trembled a little.
An hour after it lay cold and still in mine.
FOOTNOTES:
[Footnote 1]: Bunzlau is famed for its pottery.--Tr.
[Footnote 2]: A round hole in a tailor's table, through which he brushes useless bits of cloth, and--as is generally supposed--some that are valuable.--Tr.
[Footnote 3]: An old coin, worth a little more than the groschen now in general use; for a time both circulated together.--Tr.
[Footnote 4]: The bug-bear of German nurseries.--Tr.