Those who settled my fate to-day looked like men.

Then they ought to know that they are executing me a thousand times, not once.

Why do I still live, I who was slain three hours ago! Quick! From behind! If only they were so merciful! One of them said to-day it was my duty to die.

My God! I think I have the right to die, and they're the criminals! They haven't secured me my rights at once! It would have been over by now.

O God, my God, if only it were over!" So he raged on, wringing his hands, groaning under the torture.
Suddenly his face became deathly white and his features stiffened as if his heart had ceased beating.
"Poor fellow," said the priest, putting his arm round his neck and drawing his head down on his breast.