Ethel Lillian Voynich. The gadfly (№ 68595)

And how they laughed and chatted people in the streets! Nothing has changed since the day when he was still full of life. None of the daily little things did not changed because a human soul, a living human soul, had been struck down dead. All of this was before. Rippling water fountains have the sparrows under the eaves, just as they had done yesterday, so will tweet tomorrow. And he... he's dead.