two. And he became evenly pale, neither white nor redder in parts, and
appeared to be calm. Only he ate nothing and ceased sleeping
altogether. He sat all night long on a stool, his legs crossed under
him, in fright. Or he walked about in his cell, quietly, stealthily,
and sleepily looking about him on all sides. His mouth was half-open
all the time, as though from incessant astonishment, and before taking
the most ordinary thing into his hands, he would examine it stupidly
for a long time, and would take it distrustfully.

When he became thus, the wardens as well as the sentinel who watched
him through the little window, ceased paying further attention to him.
This was the customary condition of prisoners, and reminded the
wardens of cattle being led to slaughter after a staggering blow.

"Now he is stunned, now he will feel nothing until his very death,"
said the warden, looking at him with experienced eyes. "Ivan! Do you
hear? Ivan!"

"I must not be hanged," answered Yanson, in a dull voice, and his
lower jaw again drooped.

"You should not have committed murder. You would not be hanged then,"
answered the chief warden, a young but very important-looking man with
medals on his chest. "You committed murder, yet you do not want to be
hanged?"

"He wants to kill human beings without paying for it. Fool! fool!"
said another.

"I don't want to be hanged," said Yanson.