But I did it partly because I saw, that along at first, whenever I reached for the bottle, he thought I was going to give him some.

I read aloud: mainly imaginary accounts of people snatched from the grave's threshold and restored to life and vigor by a few spoonsful of liquor and a warm bath.

Yes, he had a long, hard death of it--three hours and six minutes, from the time he rang his bell.
It is believed that in all these eighteen years that have elapsed since the institution of the corpse-watch, no shrouded occupant of the Bavarian dead-houses has ever rung its bell.

Well, it is a harmless belief.

Let it stand at that.
The chill of that death-room had penetrated my bones.