Every one knew he would soon and inevitably die, that he was already half dead. Every one wished that he would die quickly, and they all, concealing that feeling, brought him bottles of medicine, went to fetch medicines and doctors, and deceived him and themselves and one another.
El sentimiento de que aquel hombre había de morir, experimentado por todos la noche en que se había despedido de la vida, cuando llamó a su hermano, había casi desaparecido. Todos sabían que el fin era inevitable y que no podía tardar.