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In
the
usual
solemn
manner
the
condemned
man
is
invited
to
make
his
final
speech
;
to
avail
himself
,
as
it
were
,
of
the
last
forlorn
hope
for
sentence
.
He
starts
at
the
invitation
--
falling
,
as
it
does
,
like
a
death-knell
upon
his
ear
.
He
looks
wildly
around
.
Despairingly
:
when
on
the
faces
that
encircle
him
he
sees
not
one
wearing
an
expression
of
sympathy
.
There
is
not
even
pity
.
All
appear
to
frown
upon
him
.
His
confederates
--
those
payed
ruffians
who
have
hitherto
supported
him
--
are
of
no
use
now
,
and
their
sympathy
of
no
consequence
.
They
have
shrunk
out
of
sight
--
before
the
majesty
of
the
law
,
and
the
damning
evidence
of
his
guilt
.
Despite
his
social
standing
--
and
the
wealth
to
sustain
it
--
he
sees
himself
alone
;
without
friend
or
sympathiser
:
for
so
stands
the
assassin
in
Texas
!
His
demeanour
is
completely
changed
.
In
place
of
that
high
haughty
air
--
oft
exhibited
in
bold
brutal
bullyism
--
he
looks
cowed
and
craven
.
And
not
strange
that
he
should
.
He
feels
that
there
is
no
chance
of
escape
;
that
he
is
standing
by
the
side
of
his
coffin
--
on
the
edge
of
an
Eternity
too
terrible
to
contemplate
.
To
a
conscience
like
his
,
it
can
not
be
otherwise
than
appalling
.
