The unhappy man spoke that word "justice" in a ringing voice which seemed to fill the whole court.

But the emotion of those who heard him reached its highest pitch when, after declaring that he laid down his life for the cause, and expected nothing but a verdict of death from the jury, he added, as if prophetically, that his blood would assuredly give birth to other martyrs.

They might send him to the scaffold, said he, but he knew that his example would bear fruit.

After him would come another avenger, and yet another, and others still, until the old and rotten social system should have crumbled away so as to make room for the society of justice and happiness of which he was one of the apostles.
The presiding judge, in his impatience and agitation, twice endeavoured to interrupt Salvat.

But the other read on and on with the imperturbable conscientiousness of one who fears that he may not give proper utterance to his most important words.