"It may last three weeks, but it might last double that time." Konrad asked confidingly: "Do you think, sir, that a man can hold out ?--with the terror of death lasting for weeks ?" "Haven't you just a little confidence ?" asked the judge.

"Haven't we all to endure uncertainty ?--the judge as well as the condemned man ?" "But what am I to do ?" demanded Konrad.

"How am I to employ myself all the dreadful time?
It's being buried alive." "Unhappily it's not in my power to give you a better room, though you haven't the worst cell in the building.

But perhaps you have some other desire that can be granted.

Speak out frankly, Ferleitner," said the judge.
Therewith he folded the paper, and put the writing materials into his coat pocket.