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Alike
involuntary
is
the
groan
that
goes
with
it
--
proceeding
from
a
single
individual
,
whom
all
know
to
be
the
father
of
the
murdered
man
--
once
more
in
their
midst
.
Beyond
these
sounds
,
soon
ceasing
,
there
is
nothing
to
hinder
the
confession
from
being
continued
.
"
I
know
that
I
've
got
to
die
,
"
proceeds
the
prisoner
,
with
an
air
of
seeming
recklessness
.
"
You
have
decreed
it
;
and
I
can
tell
by
your
looks
you
have
no
intention
to
change
your
minds
.
"
After
what
I
've
confessed
,
it
would
be
folly
in
me
to
expect
pardon
;
and
I
do
n't
.
I
've
been
a
bad
fellow
;
and
no
doubt
have
done
enough
to
deserve
my
fate
.
But
,
bad
as
I
may
have
been
,
I
'm
not
vile
enough
to
be
sent
out
of
the
world
,
and
leave
behind
me
the
horrid
imputation
of
having
murdered
my
own
cousin
.
I
did
take
his
life
,
as
I
've
told
you
.
You
are
all
asking
why
,
and
conjecturing
about
the
motive
.
There
was
none
.
"
A
new
"
sensation
"
makes
itself
manifest
among
the
spectators
.
It
partakes
of
surprise
,
curiosity
,
and
incredulity
.
No
one
speaks
,
or
in
any
way
attempts
interruption
.
"
You
wonder
at
that
.
It
's
easily
explained
.
I
killed
him
by
mistake
!
"
The
surprise
culminates
in
a
shout
;
suppressed
as
the
speaker
proceeds
.
"
Yes
,
by
mistake
;
and
God
knows
I
was
sorry
enough
,
on
discovering
that
I
had
made
it
.
I
did
n't
know
myself
till
long
after
.
"
The
condemned
man
looks
up
,
as
if
in
hopes
that
he
has
touched
a
chord
of
mercy
.
There
is
no
sign
of
it
,
on
the
faces
that
surround
him
--
still
solemnly
austere
.
