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THE SEVEN THAT WERE HANGED
"Who will hang us? The new one? Is he accustomed to it yet?"
"You needn't disturb yourself about that," answered the personage thus appealed to.
"What? Not disturb myself! It is not Your Highness that is going to be hanged, but I! At least don't spare the soap on the slip-noose; the State pays for it!"
"I beg you to hold your tongue!"
"This fellow, you see, consumes all the soap in the prison; see how his face shines," continued the Tzigane, pointing to the chief of the guards.
"Silence!"
"Don't spare the soap!"
Suddenly he began to laugh, and his legs became numb. Yet, when he arrived in the court-yard, he could still cry:
"Say, there! you fellows yonder, come forward with my carriage!"
