Once, long ago—in Rome—she tried to influence me that way.
I despise her.
When she came back I was tired. I gave in. Let's not talk about it.
The physician looked at Hale with the look of a kind big brother.
Then he went to the telephone.
THE LAST
This is the last day for me. Tomorrow at this time many hours will have passed since the iron door of my cell was unlocked and I was taken along the corridors of the prison and across the yard to the place of execution. Already I shall know for myself what lies on the other side, I shall have ceased forever, I hope, to count the bars of my iron door, my sole occupation and the one thing which keeps me from thinking too much of the past, so bitter.
Why did they come today. Did they think they would ease my pain, did they think it was charity to play for us, here in the prison.