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‘Oh, why not?’ the prince insisted, with some warmth.
       ‘When  I  was  in  Basle  I  saw  a  picture  very  much  in  that
       style—I should like to tell you about it; I will some time or
       other; it struck me very forcibly.’
         ‘Oh, you shall tell us about the Basle picture another time;
       now we must have all about the execution,’ said Adelaida.
       ‘Tell  us  about  that  face  as;  it  appeared  to  your  imagina-
       tion-how should it be drawn?—just the face alone, do you
       mean?’
         ‘It  was  just  a  minute  before  the  execution,’  began  the
       prince,  readily,  carried  away  by  the  recollection  and  evi-
       dently forgetting everything else in a moment; ‘just at the
       instant when he stepped off the ladder on to the scaffold.
       He happened to look in my direction: I saw his eyes and
       understood all, at once—but how am I to describe it? I do
       so wish you or somebody else could draw it, you, if possible.
       I thought at the time what a picture it would make. You
       must imagine all that went before, of course, all—all. He
       had lived in the prison for some time and had not expect-
       ed that the execution would take place for at least a week
       yet—he had counted on all the formalities and so on taking
       time; but it so happened that his papers had been got ready
       quickly. At five o’clock in the morning he was asleep—it
       was October, and at five in the morning it was cold and dark.
       The governor of the prison comes in on tip-toe and touches
       the sleeping man’s shoulder gently. He starts up. ‘What is
       it?’ he says. ‘The execution is fixed for ten o’clock.’ He was
       only just awake, and would not believe at first, but began to
       argue that his papers would not be out for a week, and so on.

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