Then, without one reel or stagger, or sign of faintness, or quivering of any limb, he dropped.
Some of them hurried up to where he lay;--the hangman with them.
Everything had passed so quickly, that the smoke had not yet scattered, but curled slowly off in a little cloud, which seemed like the dead man's spirit moving solemnly away.

There were a few drops of blood upon the grass--more, when they turned him over--that was all.
'Look here! Look here!' said the hangman, stooping one knee beside the body, and gazing up with a disconsolate face at the officer and men.
'Here's a pretty sight!' 'Stand out of the way,' replied the officer.

'Serjeant! see what he had about him.' The man turned his pockets out upon the grass, and counted, besides some foreign coins and two rings, five-and-forty guineas in gold.

These were bundled up in a handkerchief and carried away; the body remained there for the present, but six men and the serjeant were left to take it to the nearest public-house.
'Now then, if you're going,' said the serjeant, clapping Dennis on the back, and pointing after the officer who was walking towards the shed.
To which Mr Dennis only replied, 'Don't talk to me!' and then repeated what he had said before, namely, 'Here's a pretty sight!' 'It's not one that you care for much, I should think,' observed the serjeant coolly.
'Why, who,' said Mr Dennis rising, 'should care for it, if I don't ?' 'Oh! I didn't know you was so tender-hearted,' said the serjeant.
'That's all!' 'Tender-hearted!' echoed Dennis.

'Tender-hearted! Look at this man.