348 PINSKI
When he heard a sound of footsteps or voices, his heart began to beat quicker. His old wife came out three times to call him into the house again, but he did not hear her, and remained standing outside.
The street grew still. There was nothing more to be heard but the rattles of the night-watchmen. Keb Shloimeh gave a last look into the darkness, as though trying to see someone, and then, with a groan, he went indoors.
Next morning he felt very weak, and stayed in bed. He began to feel that his end was near, that he was but a guest tarrying for a day.
"It's all the same, all the same !" he said to himself, thinking quietly about death.
All sorts of ideas went through his head. He thought as it were unconsciously, without giving himself a clear account of what he was thinking of.
A variety of images passed through his mind, scenes out of his long life, certain people, faces he had seen here and there, comrades of his childhood, but they all had no interest for him. He kept his eyes fixed on the door of his room, waiting for death, as though it would come in by the door.
He lay like that the whole day. His wife came in continually, and asked him questions, and he was silent, not taking his eyes off the door, or interrupting the train of his thoughts. It seemed as if he had ceased either to see or to hear. In the evening the teachers began coming.
"Finished !" said Eeb Shloimeh, looking at the door. Suddenly he heard a voice he knew, and raised his head.
