When he reached the edge, he leaned over the pillow where the two heads were resting close together and stooped to kiss his wife.

His mouth encountered a man's beard.
He fell back, thinking he had become crazed; then he approached the bed again and his searching fingers discovered some hair which seemed to be very long.

In order to convince himself that he was mistaken, he once more passed his hand slowly over the pillow.

But this time he was sure that it was a beard and that a man was there! a man lying beside his wife! Flying into an ungovernable passion, he sprang upon them with his drawn dagger, foaming, stamping and howling like a wild beast.
After a while he stopped.
The corpses, pierced through the heart, had not even moved.

He listened attentively to the two death-rattles, they were almost alike, and as they grew fainter, another voice, coming from far away, seemed to continue them.