It sailed up to the crack in the roof and shone down through the window in kindly fashion.

His eye was riveted on the spark of light until it vanished behind the walls.

When at length day dawned, and the key rattled in the door, Konrad's hands and feet began to tremble.

It was the gaoler, who brought him a bundle of coarse cotton clothing.
When Konrad asked in a dull voice if it was his gallows dress, the old man answered roughly: "What are you chattering about?
Put on your house clothes." The convict went up to the gaoler, clasped his hands, and said: "Only one thing, if I knew--when, when?
This suspense is unbearable!" "Eh! how impatient we are!" mocked the old man.

"My dear fellow, we don't do things so quickly.