Some of the people stopped, panting, and asked each other why they had run so fast.
"It won't take place to-day.

We shall see in the papers when it's to come off." "Do you think so?
I tell you it's only for specially invited and honoured guests! The times when executions were conducted in public are gone, my dear fellow.

The people are kept out of the way." "Patience, my wise compeer! It'll be a people's holiday when the hangman is hung." The crowd melted into the ordinary traffic of the street.
A slender, stooping man sat handcuffed between two policemen in the carriage that rolled along the avenue.

He breathed so heavily that his shoulders heaved up and down.

He wore his black coat today, and white linen appeared at neck and sleeves.