crowd round — even women — though they don’t at all approve of women looking on.”
“No, it’s not a thing for women.”
“Of course not — of course not! — bah! The criminal was a fine intelligent fearless man; Le Gros was his name; and I may tell you — believe it or not, as you like — that when that man stepped upon the scaffold he cried, he did indeed, — he was as white as a bit of paper. Isn’t it a dreadful idea that he should have cried — cried! Whoever heard of a grown man crying from fear — not a child, but a man who never had cried before — a grown man of forty-five years.
Imagine what must have been going on in that