And at times it seemed that they were going to some festival; strange to say, almost all those who went to the scaffold experienced the same sensation and mingled with sorrow and fear there was a vague joy as they anticipated the extraordinary thing that was soon to befall them.

Reality was intoxicated with madness and Death, united with Life, brought forth apparitions.

It seemed very possible that flags were waving over the houses.
"We have arrived!" said Werner gayly when the carriage stopped, and he jumped out easily.

But with Yanson it was a rather slow affair: silently and very drowsily he resisted and would not come out.

He seized the knob.