欧亨利短篇小说《TheLastLeaf》(《最后一片常青藤叶》(13)

"It is the last one," said Johnsy. "I thought it would surely fall during the night. I heard the wind. It will fall to-day, and I shall die at the same time." 苏艾困倦地照着做了。
可是，看那！经过了漫漫长夜的风吹雨打，仍旧有一片常春藤的叶子贴在墙上。它是藤上最后的一片了。靠近 叶柄的颜色还是深绿的，但那锯齿形的边缘已染上了枯败的黄色，它傲然挂在离地面二十来英尺的一根藤枝上面。
“那是最后的一片叶子。”琼珊说，“我以为昨夜它一定会掉落的。我听到刮风的声音。它今天会脱落的，同时我也要死了。”
"Dear, dear!" said Sue, leaning her worn face down to the pillow, "think of me, if you won"t think of yourself. What would I do?"
But Johnsy did not answer. The lonesomest thing in all the world is a soul when it is making ready to go on its mysterious, far journey. The fancy seemed to possess her more strongly as one by one the ties that bound her to friendship and to earth were loosed.
The day wore away, and even through the twilight they could see the lone ivy leaf clinging to its stem against the wall. And then, with the coming of the night the north wind was again loosed, while the rain still beat against the windows and pattered down from the low Dutch eaves.