I am very tired.

Jean, darling, get closer to me.

Kiss me." She leaned over and kissed him passionately.

He smiled again, then feebly took one of her little hands in each of his and lifted them to his face and kissed them; then held them down upon his eyes.

There was a single heave of his great chest, and he was dead.
And the woman who fell to the floor was, apparently, as lifeless as the silent figure on the bed.
She was not dead.