In front of the jurors, who faded away in the gloom, he stood forth, erect, with a last ray from the windows lighting up his face.

The judges themselves almost disappeared from view, their red robes seemed to have turned black.

And how phantom-like looked the prisoner's emaciated face as he stood there listening, with dreamy eyes, while the clerk of the court read the verdict to him.
When silence fell and no mention was made of extenuating circumstances, he understood everything.

His face, which had retained a childish expression, suddenly brightened.

"That means death.