The Execution Is Fixed for Ten O'Clock

The execution is fixed for ten o'clock. The priest the breakfast, coffee, meat and some wine they gave him. Doesn't it seem ridiculous? And yet, i believe these people give them a good breakfast out of pure kindness of heart. I think he too must feel that he has an age still to live. While they cart him along, probably he thought on the way, oh, i have a long, long time yet. It's ages, ages. Around him are crowds shouting, yelling. Ten thousand faces, 20 thousands eyes. He had been pale enough but when he set foot on the scaffold at the top, his face suddenly became the color of paper, positively