Gray. Oh you remember it then.
Gwin. No, no; to your story.
Gray. I was about to say it was eighteen years since the last execution for murder happened in these parts.
Gwin. And the culprit’s name was—
Gray. (fiercely.) Gwinett—Ambrose Gwinett—ha! ha!
Gwin. Were there not, if I remember rightly, some doubts of Gwinett’s guilt?
Gray. Doubts!—There might have been among those who are touched with a demure look; but no, he was guilty—guilty of the murder—and I saw him die the death of an assassin.
Gwin. Pray was not part of his sentence by some means evaded?
Gray. It was.
Gwin. I have heard but a confused account of the transaction.