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At
length
there
was
a
cry
of
silence
,
and
a
breathless
look
from
all
towards
the
door
.
The
jury
returned
,
and
passed
him
close
.
He
could
glean
nothing
from
their
faces
;
they
might
as
well
have
been
of
stone
.
Perfect
stillness
ensued
--
not
a
rustle
--
not
a
breath
--
Guilty
.
The
building
rang
with
a
tremendous
shout
,
and
another
,
and
another
,
and
then
it
echoed
loud
groans
,
that
gathered
strength
as
they
swelled
out
,
like
angry
thunder
.
It
was
a
peal
of
joy
from
the
populace
outside
,
greeting
the
news
that
he
would
die
on
Monday
.
The
noise
subsided
,
and
he
was
asked
if
he
had
anything
to
say
why
sentence
of
death
should
not
be
passed
upon
him
.
He
had
resumed
his
listening
attitude
,
and
looked
intently
at
his
questioner
while
the
demand
was
made
;
but
it
was
twice
repeated
before
he
seemed
to
hear
it
,
and
then
he
only
muttered
that
he
was
an
old
man
--
an
old
man
--
and
so
,
dropping
into
a
whisper
,
was
silent
again
.
The
judge
assumed
the
black
cap
,
and
the
prisoner
still
stood
with
the
same
air
and
gesture
.
A
woman
in
the
gallery
,
uttered
some
exclamation
,
called
forth
by
this
dread
solemnity
;
he
looked
hastily
up
as
if
angry
at
the
interruption
,
and
bent
forward
yet
more
attentively
.
The
address
was
solemn
and
impressive
;
the
sentence
fearful
to
hear
.
But
he
stood
,
like
a
marble
figure
,
without
the
motion
of
a
nerve
.
His
haggard
face
was
still
thrust
forward
,
his
under-jaw
hanging
down
,
and
his
eyes
staring
out
before
him
,
when
the
jailer
put
his
hand
upon
his
arm
,
and
beckoned
him
away
.
He
gazed
stupidly
about
him
for
an
instant
,
and
obeyed
.
They
led
him
through
a
paved
room
under
the
court
,
where
some
prisoners
were
waiting
till
their
turns
came
,
and
others
were
talking
to
their
friends
,
who
crowded
round
a
grate
which
looked
into
the
open
yard
.
There
was
nobody
there
to
speak
to
HIM
;
but
,
as
he
passed
,
the
prisoners
fell
back
to
render
him
more
visible
to
the
people
who
were
clinging
to
the
bars
:
and
they
assailed
him
with
opprobrious
names
,
and
screeched
and
hissed
.
He
shook
his
fist
,
and
would
have
spat
upon
them
;
but
his
conductors
hurried
him
on
,
through
a
gloomy
passage
lighted
by
a
few
dim
lamps
,
into
the
interior
of
the
prison
.
Here
,
he
was
searched
,
that
he
might
not
have
about
him
the
means
of
anticipating
the
law
;
this
ceremony
performed
,
they
led
him
to
one
of
the
condemned
cells
,
and
left
him
there
--
alone
.
He
sat
down
on
a
stone
bench
opposite
the
door
,
which
served
for
seat
and
bedstead
;
and
casting
his
blood-shot
eyes
upon
the
ground
,
tried
to
collect
his
thoughts
.
After
awhile
,
he
began
to
remember
a
few
disjointed
fragments
of
what
the
judge
had
said
:
though
it
had
seemed
to
him
,
at
the
time
,
that
he
could
not
hear
a
word
.
These
gradually
fell
into
their
proper
places
,
and
by
degrees
suggested
more
:
so
that
in
a
little
time
he
had
the
whole
,
almost
as
it
was
delivered
.
To
be
hanged
by
the
neck
,
till
he
was
dead
--
that
was
the
end
.
To
be
hanged
by
the
neck
till
he
was
dead
.
As
it
came
on
very
dark
,
he
began
to
think
of
all
the
men
he
had
known
who
had
died
upon
the
scaffold
;
some
of
them
through
his
means
.
They
rose
up
,
in
such
quick
succession
,
that
he
could
hardly
count
them
.
He
had
seen
some
of
them
die
--
and
had
joked
too
,
because
they
died
with
prayers
upon
their
lips
.
With
what
a
rattling
noise
the
drop
went
down
;
and
how
suddenly
they
changed
,
from
strong
and
vigorous
men
to
dangling
heaps
of
clothes
!
