He has fully expressed my own sentiments in this case.

I regard you as vampires, sucking the blood of the weak, helpless, and criminal.

Mercy would be out of place if extended toward you.

I sentence you both to the full limit which the law allows--ten years in State's prison at hard labor." An officer clapped us upon the back, faced us round toward the rear of the court-room, and pushed us toward the door leading to the prison pen, while another slipped a handcuff on my right wrist and snapped its mate on Gottlieb's left.
"Get on there," he growled, "where you belong!" The crowds strained to get a look at us as, with averted faces, we trudged toward the door leading to the prison pen.

Our lawyers had already hastened away to avoid any reflected ignominy that might attach to them.