It will be cold--go buy me a muff, I beg of you.

I am afraid of chilblains this winter." Jacques was going out with his friend, but Francine detained the doctor.
"Go and get my muff," said she to Jacques.

"Get a nice one, so that it may last a good while." When she was alone she said to the doctor.
"Oh sir! I am going to die, and I know it.

But before I pass away give me something to give me strength for a night, I beg of you.

Make me well for one more night, and let me die afterwards, since God does not wish me to live longer." As the doctor was doing his best to console her, the wind carried into the room and cast upon the sick girl's bed a yellow leaf, torn from the tree in the little courtyard.
Francine opened the curtain, and saw the tree entirely bare.
"It is the last," said she, putting the leaf under her pillow.
"You will not die until tomorrow," said the doctor.