Where is the fear ?" Indeed there was no fear.

Not only was it not there, but something entirely different, the reverse of fear, developed--a sensation of confused, but enormous and savage joy.

And the error, which he had not yet discovered, no longer called forth in him vexation or irritation,--it seemed to speak loudly of something good and unexpected, as though he had believed a dear friend of his to be dead, and that friend turned out to be alive, safe and sound and laughing.
Werner again shrugged his shoulders and felt his pulse,--his heart was beating faster than usual, but soundly and evenly, with a specially ringing throb.

He looked about once more, attentively, like a novice for the first time in prison,--examined the walls, the bolts, the chair which was screwed to the floor, and thought: "Why do I feel so easy, so joyous and free?
Yes, so free?
I think of the execution to-morrow--and I feel as though it is not there.

I look at the walls--and I feel as though they are not here, either.