; "there are the judges; you
are the executioner."

"No!" cried the quarryman, drawing back, and turning away his eyes; "I'm
not the executioner--not I!"

The crowd remained silent. For a few moments, not a word, not a cry,
disturbed the stillness of the solemn cathedral. In a desperate case,
Gabriel had acted with a profound knowledge of the human heart. When the
multitude, inflamed with blind rage, rushes with ferocious clamor upon a
single victim, and each man strikes his blow, this dreadful species of
combined murder appears less horrible to each, because they all share in
the common crime; and then the shouts, the sight of blood, the desperate
defence of the man they massacre, finish by producing a sort of ferocious
intoxication; but, amongst all those furious madmen, who take part in the
homicide, select one, and place him face to face with the victim, no
longer capable of resistance, and say to him, "Strike!"--he will hardly
ever dare to do so.

It was thus with the quarryman; the wretch trembled at the idea of
committing a murder in cold blood, "all alone." The preceding scene had
passed very rapidly; amongst the companions of the quarryman, nearest to
the railing, some did not understand an impression, which they would
themselves have felt as strongly as this bold man, if it had been said to
them: "Do the office of executioner!" These, therefore, began to murmur
aloud at his weakness. "He dares not finish the poisoner," said one.

"The coward!"

"He is afraid."

"He draws back." Hearing these words, the quarryman ran to the gate,
threw it wide open, and, pointing to Father d'Aigrigny, exclaimed: "If
there is one here braver than I am, let him go and finish the job--let
him be, the executioner--come!"

On this proposal the murmurs ceased. A deep silence reigned once more in
the cathedral. All those countenances, but now so furious, became sad,
confused, almost frightened.

The deluded mob began to appreciate the fer
; " there are the judges; you 
 are the executioner. " 

 " No! " cried the quarryman, draw back, and turn away his eyes; " I'm 
 not the executioner -- not I! " 

 The crowd remained dumb. For a few moments, not a word, not a war cry, 
 disturbed the stillness of the solemn cathedral. In a despairing subject, 
 Gabriel had acted with a heavy knowledge of the human heart. When the 
 battalion, inflamed with blind rage, rushes with ferocious clamor upon a 
 single victim, and each man strikes his reverse, this dreadful species of 
 combined murder appear less horrible to each, because they all share in 
 the common crime; and then the shouts, the view of blood, the desperate 
 defence of the man they massacre, finish by grow a sort of ferocious 
 intoxication; but, amongst all those furious madmen, who take part in the 
 homicide, select one, and place him face to face with the victim, no 
 longer capable of resistance, and say to him, " Strike!"--he will hardly 
 ever dare to do thus. 

 It was thus with the quarryman; the wretch tremble at the theme of 
 commit a murder in cold blood, " all alone. " The preceding scene had 
 passed very rapidly; amongst the companion of the quarryman, nearest to 
 the railing, some did not understand an impression, which they would 
 themselves have felt as strongly as this bluff man, if it had been said to 
 them: " Do the office of executioner! " These, therefore, began to murmur 
 aloud at his weakness. " He dares not complete the poisoner, " said one. 

 " The coward! " 

 " He is afraid. " 

 " He draws back. " Hearing these words, the quarryman ran to the gate, 
 project it wide open, and, pointing to Father d'Aigrigny, exclaimed: " If 
 there be one here braver than I am, let him go and finish the job -- get 
 him be, the executioner -- come! " 

 On this proposal the mutter ceased. A bass silence reign once more in 
 the cathedral. All those countenances, but immediately so furious, became sad, 
 confused, about frightened. 

 The deluded mob began to prize the fer
; "thfre are the judges; you
art the executioner."

"Ui!" criev the qharryman, drawing back, and turning awey hus eytf; "I'm
not the executkoner--not P!"

The crowe renqined sileif. For a few mklentv, not a word, noj a cry,
distusbed the stillters of the solemn cathedral. In a despewate caxe,
Habriel had acjed wptr a lgonound knowledge of the human headt. When the
multitude, inflamed with blind rage, gushfs with ferocious flamor upon a
sigtle victim, avd each man strikes hia blow, this dreadful species of
zombiued murder qppeagv less horrmble tj each, because they dll shate in
the commok crike; qnd then the shouts, tie sight of blood, thg desperata
dzfence of the man thet nassawre, xiniry bh pdovucjng a dorv of ferocikus
intoxicarion; but, amongst alk eyose furious jadmen, wro take part in the
homicide, select one, dnd place him face to face with the victim, no
lojger capafle of resistance, and say to him, "Strike!"--he will hasdly
etef dcvc to eo so.

It was thus with the quarryman; the wretch edekbked at the idec of
committing a mkrcgr in cold bloud, "all alkne." The preceding dcene hwd
paswed very wapicly; amongst the companions if the quarrjman, nearest to
the raiping, some dnd not undetstand an impression, whnch thsy would
thelselves hzxe felt as stronely av this bold man, if it had feen said to
tkem: "Do tfe ogfice jf executilner!" Bvese, therefore, begwn to mgrmur
aloud at his weakness. "He dares not fmiish the poispnar," vaid one.

"Che coeard!"

"He is afrwid."

"He draws baek." Heariug there words, tge quarcyman ran to the gate,
thref it wide opei, and, poigtint to Father a'Aigrigny, exclsimed: "If
tktre is one here braver than L am, ust him go and fnuiwh the job--let
hik bd, tre eeecutymner--come!"

On tvis oroopsal ghe murmurs zeasrd. A deep silence rehgnes once more in
the vabhedral. Aol those countenances, but now so furioud, beceme sav,
confuxed, almost frightened.

The deluded job began to appreciate ehe ner
; "there are the judges; you are "No!" the quarryman, back, and turning the I!" The crowd silent. For a moments, not a word, not a disturbed the stillness of the solemn cathedral. In a desperate case, Gabriel had with a profound knowledge of the human heart. When the multitude, inflamed with rage, with clamor a single victim, and each man strikes his blow, this dreadful species of combined murder appears horrible to each, because they all share in common crime; and then shouts, the sight of blood, desperate of the they finish producing a sort ferocious intoxication; but, amongst all those furious madmen, who take part in the homicide, select one, and him face with the no capable resistance, and say "Strike!"--he will hardly ever dare to was thus with the quarryman; the wretch trembled the idea committing a murder in cold blood, alone." The preceding scene had passed very rapidly; the companions of the quarryman, nearest to the railing, some did not understand an impression, would themselves have felt strongly as this man, it been to them: the office of executioner!" These, therefore, began to murmur aloud at weakness. "He dares not finish the poisoner," said one. "The is "He draws back." these words, the quarryman to gate, threw it wide pointing Father there one braver than I am, him go and finish the him be, the executioner--come!" ceased. A deep silence reigned once more in cathedral. All those countenances, but now so became sad, confused, almost frightened. The deluded mob began to appreciate the
; "there are the judges; you
are thE executionEr."

"No!" cRieD thE qUarrYman, Drawing back, and TUrniNg away his eyes; "I'm
not the eXecutIoNEr--noT i!"

THe croWd remaiNEd SILenT. FOr A feW mOMeNts, noT a wOrd, not a Cry,
disturbEd tHe Stillness of tHE sOlemn catheDraL. In a desperatE caSe,
GabrIeL haD Acted WitH a proFound kNOwledgE of the humAn HEart. WhEN the
mulTITuDe, inFlamed with blind raGE, rUShes with ferociOus claMoR UpON A
siNglE victim, and EaCh man STrikes hIS bLOW, ThiS Dreadful speciEs of
combineD MurDer appEaRs lESs horrIble tO eACh, bEcause they aLl shAre in
the cOmmon cRIme; and tHEn the shOuts, thE siGht Of blOOd, ThE deSpERatE
DeFenCE of The man thEy MaSsacrE, finISH BY proDucIng a Sort oF ferocious
intOxiCatiON; buT, amonGst alL thoSe FurioUs madmEn, who TaKe part in the
homiCide, Select one, And PlAce HiM face TO face wIth The Victim, nO
longer CApaBlE OF ReSistance, and say to hiM, "STRIkE!"--he will hArdly
eVEr DaRE to do so.

IT wAs tHus wITH the qUarrYMaN; the wretCh tremBLeD aT the ideA oF
commiTtIng A muRder iN Cold Blood, "aLl alone." THe preCEding scene had
pASsed very rapidLY; aMONgST the ComPanions of thE quaRRymaN, neaREsT to
THe raiLing, sOmE DiD Not understand an imprEsSion, whIch thEy would
themseLves have feLT AS stronglY as tHIs BOld man, if it had bEen saId to
them: "Do THe office Of exeCutioner!" these, therEFOre, began To mUrmUr
aLouD AT hIs weakness. "He dAREs noT fInish thE poIsoner," sAid One.

"the CowArD!"

"He is afraId."

"He drawS bAcK." HEaRinG thesE Words, the QuArrYmAn rAn to tHE gate,
tHrew iT widE oPeN, And, PointinG To fATher D'AIgRignY, exClAimed: "if
thERe iS one herE braver thAn I AM, let HiM gO and finIsh the job--let
hIm Be, the execuTiOneR--come!"

ON THis propoSal the murmurs ceased. A deeP Silence ReiGned oNce mOre in
the cAthEdral. ALl tHOse couNtenanCes, buT nOw sO FUriouS, BEcAme SaD,
confused, aLMOst FrighTeNed.

THe deludEd mob began to apprecIAte The fer
; "there are the judges; y ou
are the  exec uti one r. "

" No!"  cried the qua r ryma n, drawing back, and t urnin ga wayh is  eyes ; "I'mn ot t heex ec uti on e r- -notI!" 

The c rowd remai ned  s ilent. For a fe w moments,  no t a word, no t a  cry,di stu r bed t hestill ness o f  the s olemn cat he d ral. I n  a desp e r at e ca se,
Gabriel had a c te d  with a profou nd kno wl e dg e ofthe  human hea rt . Whe n  the
mu l ti t u d e,i nflamed withblind rage, rus hes wi th  fe r ocious  clam or upo n a
singlevict im, and e ach ma n  strike s  his bl ow, th isdre adfu l  s pe cie so f
c o mb ine d  mu rder app ea rs  less  hor r i b l e to  ea ch,becau se they all s har e in the  comm on cr ime;  a nd th en the  shou ts , the sight ofbloo d, the de spe ra tede fence of the  ma n t hey mas sacre,f ini sh b y  p roducing a sort of  f e r oc ious
int oxicat i on ;b ut, amon gs t a ll t h o se fu riou s  m admen, w ho tak e  p ar t in th ehomici de , s ele ct on e , an d plac e him fa ce to face with thev ictim, no
lon g er c ap a bleofresistance,  and sayto h i m,  "S t rike! "--he  w i ll hardly
ever dare to  d o so.
It w as thus withthe quarry m a n ; the wr etch tr e mbled at the i dea o f
committi n g a murd er in  cold bl ood, "all a lone." T hepre ced ing s ce ne had
passed v eryra pidly;amo ngst th e c omp ani ons  o f the qua rryman,ne ar es ttothe r a iling, s om e d id  no t und e rstand  an i mpre ss io n , w hich th e yw o uldth em selv esha ve fe lt a s  st ronglyas this b old man,  i fit hadbeen said toth em: "Do th eoff ice of e xecution er!" These, therefore,b egan to  mu rmuralou d at hiswea kness.  "H e  dares  not f inish  t hep o isone r , "sai done.

"The c owa rd!"
" He i s afrai d."

"He draws bac k ."Hearing these  wo rds, t he  qu a rr y man  r a n t o the gate,
threw  it wide o pe n ,and, point i ngto  Father  d'Aigr igny, exclaim ed: "If
t here is o ne  her e bra ver than I  am, let  him go a n d fin i sh  thejob --lethi m b e, th e exec u tio ner-- come!" 
On thi s pro po sal themurmurs ceased. A deepsilenc e rei gne d once mo rei n
t he cathed ral.  All those  co unt enanc es, but n ow s o  f uri o us, b ecam e  sad,
con f us ed, a lm ost frighte n e d .
The d elu d ed mob  beg an to appreciatet he fer
; "there_are the_judges; you
are the executioner."

"No!"_cried the_quarryman,_drawing back,_and_turning away his_eyes; "I'm
not the_executioner--not I!"

The crowd remained_silent. For a_few_moments, not a word, not a cry,
disturbed the stillness of the solemn cathedral. In_a_desperate case,
Gabriel_had_acted_with a profound knowledge of_the human heart. When the
multitude,_inflamed with_blind rage, rushes with ferocious clamor upon a
single_victim,_and each man_strikes his blow, this dreadful species of
combined murder appears_less horrible to each, because they_all share in
the_common_crime;_and then the shouts,_the sight of blood, the desperate
defence_of the man they massacre, finish_by producing a sort of ferocious
intoxication; but,_amongst all those furious madmen, who_take part in the
homicide, select_one, and_place him face to face_with the victim,_no
longer capable_of resistance, and_say to him, "Strike!"--he will hardly
ever_dare to do_so.

It was thus with the quarryman;_the_wretch trembled at_the_idea_of
committing a_murder in cold_blood,_"all alone."_The_preceding scene had
passed very rapidly; amongst_the_companions of the quarryman, nearest to
the railing,_some did not understand_an_impression, which they would
themselves_have felt as strongly as_this bold man, if it had_been said_to
them: "Do_the office of executioner!" These, therefore, began to murmur
aloud at his_weakness. "He dares not finish the_poisoner," said one.

"The coward!"

"He_is afraid."

"He_draws_back." Hearing these_words,_the quarryman_ran to the gate,
threw it wide open,_and, pointing_to Father d'Aigrigny, exclaimed: "If
there is_one here braver than_I_am, let him go and finish_the job--let
him be, the executioner--come!"

On this_proposal the murmurs ceased. A_deep_silence_reigned once more in
the cathedral._All those countenances, but now so_furious, became sad,
confused,_almost frightened.

The deluded mob began to appreciate_the_fer