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He is dead."
And he added,--
"
"
He laughed; that killed him."
'Tis of little consequence," said the sheriff. "After confession, life
or death is a mere formality."
Then pointing to Hardquanonne by a gesture with the nosegay of roses,
the sheriff gave the order to the wapentake,--
"A corpse to be carried away to-night."
The wapentake acquiesced by a nod.
And the sheriff added,--
"
The cemetery of the jail is opposite."
The wapentake nodded again.
The sheriff, holding in his left hand the nosegay and in his right the
white wand, placed himself opposite Gwynplaine, who was still seated,
and made him a low bow; then assuming another solemn attitude, he turned
his head over his shoulder, and looking Gwynplaine in the face, said,--
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