Sam did not think that all was said that might be said. He arose in his turn. He spoke in a manner which must have amazed all the intelligent persons present on the occasion. It appeared as if there were more of the orator than the murderer in this poor artisan. He spoke in an upright attitude, with a penetrating and well-managed voice; with an open, sincere, and steadfast gaze, with a gesture almost always the same, but full of command. There were moments in which his genuine, lofty eloquence stirred the crowd to a murmur, during which Sam took breath, casting a bold gaze upon the bystanders. Then again, this man, who could not read, was as gentle, polished, select in his language, as a well-informed person--at other moments modest, measured, attentive, going step by step over the irritating parts of the argument, courteous to his judges. Once only he gave way to a burst of passion. The attorney-general had proved in his speech that Sam Needy had assassinated the director without any violence on his part, and consequently _without provocation_. "What!" exclaimed Sam Needy, "I have not been provoked! Ay--it is very true--I understand you. A drunken man strikes me with his dagger--I kill him, I have been provoked; you show mercy to me, you send me to Botany Bay. But a man who is not drunk, who has the perfect use of his reason, wrings my heart for four years, humbles me for four years, pierces me with a weapon every day, every hour, every minute, in some unexpected point for four years. I had a wife, for whose sake I became a thief--he tortures me through that wife; a child for whom I stole--he tortures me through that child. I have not bread enough to eat--a friend gives it me; he takes away my friend and my food. I ask for my friend back--he condemns me to solitary confinement. I speak to him--him, the spy--respectfully; he answers me in dog's language. I tell him I am suffering--he tells me I wear him out. What would you, then, that I should do? I kill him. It is well--I am a monster; I have murdered this man; I have not been provoked. You take my life for it--be it so." The debates being closed, the presiding judge made his impartial and luminous summing up. The results were these: a wicked life--a wretch in purpose. Sam Needy had begun by stealing--he then murdered. All this was true. When the jury were about being conducted to their apartment, the judge asked the accused if he had any thing to say upon the questions before them. "Little," replied Sam, "only this; I am a thief and an assassin. I have stolen, and have slain a man. But why have I stolen? Why have I murdered? Add these two questions to the rest, gentleman of the jury." After a quarter of an hour's deliberation on the part of the twelve individuals whom he had addressed as _gentlemen of the jury_, Sam Needy was condemned to death.