something else, a still loftier and more passionate
feeling?-His suddenly revived and rejuvenated heart did not know this
either. He wept and whispered:

"My dear comrades! My dear, dear comrades!"

In this man, who was bitterly weeping and smiling through tears, no
one could have recognized the cold and haughty, weary, yet daring
Werner--neither the judges, nor the comrades, nor even he himself.

CHAPTER XI ON THE WAY TO THE SCAFFOLD

Before placing the condemned people in coaches, all five were brought
together in a large cold room with a vaulted ceiling, which resembled an
office, where people worked no longer, or a deserted waiting-room. They
were now permitted to speak to one another.

Only Tanya Kovalchuk availed herself at once of the permission. The
others firmly and silently shook each other's hands, which were as cold
as ice and as hot as fire,--and silently, trying not to look at each
other, they crowded together in an awkward, absent-minded group. Now
that they were together, they felt somewhat ashamed of what each of them
had experienced when alone; and they were afraid to look, so as not to
notice or to show that new, peculiar, somewhat shameful sensation that
each of them felt or suspected the others of feeling.

But after a short silence they glanced at each other, smiled and
immediately began to feel at ease and unrestrained, as before. No change
seemed to have occurred, and if it had occurred, it had come so gently
over all of them that it could not be discerned in any one separately.
All spoke and moved about strangely: abruptly, by jolts, either too
fast or too slowly. Sometimes they seemed to choke with their words and
repeated them a number of times; sometimes they did not finish a phrase
they had started, or thought they had finished--they did not notice it.
They all blinked their eyes and examined ordinary objects curiously, not
recognizing them, like people who had worn eye-glasses and had suddenly
taken them off; and all of them frequently turned around abruptly, as
though some one behind them was calling them all the time and showing
them something. But they did not notice this, either. Musya's and Tanya
Kovalchuk's cheeks and ears were burning; Sergey was at first somewhat
pale, but he soon recovered and looked as he always did.

Only Vasily attracted everybody's attention. Even among them, he looked
strange and terrible. Werner became agitated and said to Musya in a low
voice,