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"
There
--
sure
--
that
's
the
end
now
.
"
"
Yes
.
He
knows
what
's
on
the
other
side
now
.
"
Thereafter
silence
--
a
deadly
hush
with
later
some
murmured
prayers
here
and
there
.
But
with
Clyde
cold
and
with
a
kind
of
shaking
ague
.
He
dared
not
think
--
let
alone
cry
.
So
that
's
how
it
was
.
They
drew
the
curtains
.
And
then
--
and
then
.
He
was
gone
now
.
Those
three
dimmings
of
the
lights
.
Sure
,
those
were
the
flashes
.
And
after
all
those
nights
at
prayer
.
Those
moanings
!
Those
beatings
of
his
head
!
And
only
a
minute
ago
he
had
been
alive
--
walking
by
there
.
But
now
dead
.
And
some
day
he
--
he
!
--
how
could
he
be
sure
that
he
would
not
?
How
could
he
?
He
shook
and
shook
,
lying
on
his
couch
,
face
down
.
The
keepers
came
and
ran
up
the
curtains
--
as
sure
and
secure
in
their
lives
apparently
as
though
there
was
no
death
in
the
world
.
And
afterwards
he
could
hear
them
talking
--
not
to
him
so
much
--
he
had
proved
too
reticent
thus
far
--
but
to
some
of
the
others
.
Poor
Pasquale
.
This
whole
business
of
the
death
penalty
was
all
wrong
.
The
warden
thought
so
.
So
did
they
.
He
was
working
to
have
it
abolished
.
But
that
man
!
His
prayers
!
And
now
he
was
gone
.
His
cell
over
there
was
empty
and
another
man
would
be
put
in
it
--
to
go
too
,
later
.
Some
one
--
many
--
like
Cutrone
,
like
himself
--
had
been
in
this
one
--
on
this
pallet
.
He
sat
up
--
moved
to
the
chair
.
But
he
--
they
--
had
sat
on
that
--
too
.
He
stood
up
--
only
to
sink
down
on
the
pallet
again
.
"
God
!
God
!
God
!
God
!
"
he
now
exclaimed
to
himself
--
but
not
aloud
--
and
yet
not
unlike
that
other
man
who
had
so
terrorized
him
on
the
night
of
his
arrival
here
and
who
was
still
here
.
But
he
would
go
too
.
And
all
of
these
others
--
and
himself
maybe
--
unless
--
unless
He
had
seen
his
first
man
die
.
In
the
meantime
,
however
,
Asa
's
condition
had
remained
serious
,
and
it
was
four
entire
months
before
it
was
possible
for
him
to
sit
up
again
or
for
Mrs.
Griffiths
to
dream
of
resuming
her
lecturing
scheme
.
But
by
that
time
,
public
interest
in
her
and
her
son
's
fate
was
considerably
reduced
.
No
Denver
paper
was
interested
to
finance
her
return
for
anything
she
could
do
for
them
.
And
as
for
the
public
in
the
vicinity
of
the
crime
,
it
remembered
Mrs.
Griffiths
and
her
son
most
clearly
,
and
in
so
far
as
she
was
concerned
,
sympathetically
--
but
only
,
on
the
other
hand
,
to
think
of
him
as
one
who
probably
was
guilty
and
in
that
case
,
being
properly
punished
for
his
crime
--
that
it
would
be
as
well
if
an
appeal
were
not
taken
--
or
--
if
it
were
--
that
it
be
refused
.
These
guilty
criminals
with
their
interminable
appeals
!
And
with
Clyde
where
he
was
,
more
and
more
executions
--
although
as
he
found
--
and
to
his
invariable
horror
,
no
one
ever
became
used
to
such
things
there
;
farmhand
Mowrer
for
the
slaying
of
his
former
employer
;
officer
Riordan
for
the
slaying
of
his
wife
--
and
a
fine
upstanding
officer
too
but
a
minute
before
his
death
;
and
afterwards
,
within
the
month
,
the
going
of
the
Chinaman
,
who
seemed
,
for
some
reason
,
to
endure
a
long
time
(
and
without
a
word
in
parting
to
any
one
--
although
it
was
well
known
that
he
spoke
a
few
words
of
English
)
.
And
after
him
Larry
Donahue
,
the
overseas
soldier
--
with
a
grand
call
--
just
before
the
door
closed
behind
:
"
Good-by
boys
.
Good
luck
.
