The devils bound to have a hand in it. Where should he be if not here?
Well, gentlemen, I admit it was eloquent. But still its not the thing to break your fathers head with a pestle! Oh what are we coming to?
The chariot! Do you remember the chariot?
Yes; he turned a cart into a chariot!
And to-morrow he will turn a chariot into a cart, just to suit his purpose.
What cunning chaps there are nowadays. Is there any justice to be had in Russia?
But the bell rang. The jury deliberated for exactly an hour, neither more nor less. A profound silence reigned in the court as soon as the public had taken their seats. I remember how the jurymen walked into the court. At last! I wont repeat the questions in order, and, indeed, I have forgotten them. I remember only the answer to the Presidents first and chief question: Did the prisoner commit the murder for the sake of robbery and with premeditation? (I dont remember the exact words.) There was a complete hush. The foreman of the jury, the youngest of the clerks, pronounced, in a clear, loud voice, amidst the deathlike stillness of the court:
And the same answer was repeated to every question: Yes, guilty! and without the slightest extenuating comment. This no one had expected; almost every one had reckoned upon a recommendation to mercy, at least. The deathlike silence in the court was not brokenall seemed petrified: those who desired his conviction as well as those who had been eager for his acquittal. But that was only for the first instant, and it was followed by a fearful hubbub. Many of the men in the audience were pleased. Some were rubbing their hands with no attempt to conceal their joy. Those who disagreed with the verdict seemed crushed, shrugged their shoulders, whispered, but still seemed unable to realise this. But how shall I describe the state the ladies were in? I thought they would create a riot. At first they could scarcely believe their ears. Then suddenly the whole court rang with exclamations: Whats the meaning of it? What next? They leapt up from their places. They seemed to fancy that it might be at once reconsidered and reversed. At that instant Mitya suddenly stood up and cried in a heartrending voice, stretching his hands out before him:
I swear by God and the dreadful Day of Judgment I am not guilty of my fathers blood! Katya, I forgive you! Brothers, friends, have pity on the other woman!
He could not go on, and broke into a terrible sobbing wail that was heard all over the court in a strange, unnatural voice unlike his own. From the furthest corner at the back of the gallery came a piercing shriekit was Grushenka. She had succeeded in begging admittance to the court again before the beginning of the lawyers speeches. Mitya was taken away. The passing of the sentence was deferred till next day. The whole court was in a hubbub but I did not wait to hear. I only remember a few exclamations I heard on the steps as I went out.
Hell have a twenty years trip to the mines!
Well, our peasants have stood firm.
And have done for our Mitya.
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