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Beginning
with
his
,
Clyde
's
arrival
,
as
he
learned
,
Pasquale
had
begun
to
pray
night
and
day
.
For
already
,
before
that
,
he
had
been
notified
of
the
approximate
date
of
his
death
which
was
to
be
within
the
week
.
And
after
that
he
was
given
to
crawling
up
and
down
his
cell
on
his
hands
and
knees
,
kissing
the
floor
,
licking
the
feet
of
a
brass
Christ
on
a
cross
that
had
been
given
him
.
Also
he
was
repeatedly
visited
by
an
Italian
brother
and
sister
fresh
from
Italy
and
for
whose
benefit
at
certain
hours
,
he
was
removed
to
the
old
death
house
.
But
as
all
now
whispered
,
Pasquale
was
mentally
beyond
any
help
that
might
lie
in
brothers
or
sisters
.
All
night
long
and
all
day
long
,
when
they
were
not
present
,
he
did
this
crawling
to
and
fro
and
praying
,
and
those
who
were
awake
and
trying
to
read
to
pass
the
time
,
were
compelled
to
listen
to
his
mumbled
prayers
,
the
click
of
the
beads
of
a
rosary
on
which
he
was
numbering
numberless
Our
Fathers
and
Hail
Marys
.
And
though
there
were
voices
which
occasionally
said
:
"
Oh
,
for
Christ
's
sake
--
if
he
would
only
sleep
a
little
"
--
still
on
,
on
.
And
the
tap
of
his
forehead
on
the
floor
--
in
prayer
,
until
at
last
the
fatal
day
preceding
the
one
on
which
he
was
to
die
,
when
Pasquale
was
taken
from
his
cell
here
and
escorted
to
another
in
the
old
death
house
beyond
and
where
,
before
the
following
morning
,
as
Clyde
later
learned
,
last
farewells
,
if
any
,
were
to
be
said
.
Also
he
was
to
be
allowed
a
few
hours
in
which
to
prepare
his
soul
for
his
maker
.
But
throughout
that
night
what
a
strange
condition
was
this
that
settled
upon
all
who
were
of
this
fatal
room
.
Few
ate
any
supper
as
the
departing
trays
showed
.
There
was
silence
--
and
after
that
mumbled
prayers
on
the
part
of
some
--
not
so
greatly
removed
by
time
from
Pasquale
's
fate
,
as
they
knew
.
One
Italian
,
sentenced
for
the
murder
of
a
bank
watchman
,
became
hysterical
,
screamed
,
dashed
the
chair
and
table
of
his
cell
against
the
bars
of
his
door
,
tore
the
sheets
of
his
bed
to
shreds
and
even
sought
to
strangle
himself
before
eventually
he
was
overpowered
and
removed
to
a
cell
in
a
different
part
of
the
building
to
be
observed
as
to
his
sanity
.
As
for
the
others
,
throughout
this
excitement
,
one
could
hear
them
walking
and
mumbling
or
calling
to
the
guards
to
do
something
.
And
as
for
Clyde
,
never
having
experienced
or
imagined
such
a
scene
,
he
was
literally
shivering
with
fear
and
horror
.
All
through
the
last
night
of
this
man
's
life
he
lay
on
his
pallet
,
chasing
phantoms
.
So
this
was
what
death
was
like
here
;
men
cried
,
prayed
,
they
lost
their
minds
--
yet
the
deadly
process
was
in
no
way
halted
,
for
all
their
terror
.
Instead
,
at
ten
o'clock
and
in
order
to
quiet
all
those
who
were
left
,
a
cold
lunch
was
brought
in
and
offered
--
but
with
none
eating
save
the
Chinaman
over
the
way
.
And
then
at
four
the
following
morning
--
the
keepers
in
charge
of
the
deadly
work
coming
silently
along
the
main
passage
and
drawing
the
heavy
green
curtains
with
which
the
cells
were
equipped
so
that
none
might
see
the
fatal
procession
which
was
yet
to
return
along
the
transverse
passage
from
the
old
death
house
to
the
execution
room
.
And
yet
with
Clyde
and
all
the
others
waking
and
sitting
up
at
the
sound
.
It
was
here
,
the
execution
!
The
hour
of
death
was
at
hand
.
This
was
the
signal
.
In
their
separate
cells
,
many
of
those
who
through
fear
or
contrition
,
or
because
of
innate
religious
convictions
,
had
been
recalled
to
some
form
of
shielding
or
comforting
faith
,
were
upon
their
knees
praying
.
Among
the
rest
were
others
who
merely
walked
or
muttered
.
And
still
others
who
screamed
from
time
to
time
in
an
incontrollable
fever
of
terror
.
As
for
Clyde
he
was
numb
and
dumb
.
Almost
thoughtless
.
They
were
going
to
kill
that
man
in
that
other
room
in
there
.
That
chair
--
that
chair
that
he
had
so
greatly
feared
this
long
while
was
in
there
--
was
so
close
now
.
Yet
his
time
as
Jephson
and
his
mother
had
told
him
was
so
long
and
distant
as
yet
--
if
ever
--
ever
it
was
to
be
--
if
ever
--
ever
--
But
now
other
sounds
.
Certain
walkings
to
and
fro
.
A
cell
door
clanking
somewhere
.
Then
plainly
the
door
leading
from
the
old
death
house
into
this
room
opening
--
for
there
was
a
voice
--
several
voices
indistinct
as
yet
.
Then
another
voice
a
little
clearer
as
if
some
one
praying
.
That
tell-tale
shuffling
of
feet
as
a
procession
moved
across
and
through
that
passage
.
"
Lord
have
mercy
.
Christ
have
mercy
.
"
"
Mary
,
Mother
of
Grace
,
Mary
,
Mother
of
Mercy
,
St.
Michael
,
pray
for
me
;
my
good
Angel
,
pray
for
me
.
"
