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\u2026 \u201cI have something to tell you, white mouse,\u201d she said. \u201cMr. Behrman died of pneumonia to-day in the hospital. He was ill only two days. The janitor found him the morning of the first day in his room downstairs helpless with pain. His shoes and clothing were wet through and icy cold. They couldn\u2019t imagine where he had been on such a dreadful night. And then they found a lantern, still lighted, and a ladder that had been dragged from its place, and some scattered brushes, and a palette with green and yellow colors mixed on it, and \u2013 look out the window, dear, at the last ivy leaf on the wall. Didn\u2019t you wonder why it never fluttered or moved when the wind blew? Ah, darling, it\u2019s Behrman\u2019s masterpiece \u2013 he painted it there the night that the last leaf fell.\u201d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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… “I have something to tell you, white mouse,” she said. “Mr. Behrman died of pneumonia to-day in the hospital. He was ill only two days. The janitor found him the morning of the first day in his room downstairs helpless with pain. His shoes and clothing were wet through and icy cold. They couldn’t imagine where he had been on such a dreadful night. And then they found a lantern, still lighted, and a ladder that had been dragged from its place, and some scattered brushes, and a palette with green and yellow colors mixed on it, and – look out the window, dear, at the last ivy leaf on the wall. Didn’t you wonder why it never fluttered or moved when the wind blew? Ah, darling, it’s Behrman’s masterpiece – he painted it there the night that the last leaf fell.”<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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