I was in court once when the judge asked a man who'd just been found guilty if he'd anything to say why he shouldn't pass sentence of death upon him.

He'd killed a woman, cut her throat, and a regular right down cruel murder it was (only men 'll kill women and one another, too, for some causes, as long as the world lasts); and he just leaned over the dock rails, as if he'd been going to get three months, and said, cool and quiet, 'No, your Honour; not as I know of.' He'd made up his mind to it from the first, you see, and that makes all the difference.

He knew he hadn't the ghost of a chance to get out of it, and when his time came he faced it.

I remember seeing his worst enemy come into the court, and sit and look at him then just to see how he took it, but he didn't make the least sign.

That man couldn't have told whether he seen him or not.
Starlight and I wasn't likely to break down--not much--whatever the jury did or the judge said.