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Hitherto I had not heard Gunnery speak; I had not seen him; but immediately the chiming bells commenced to usher in the hour of execution, I felt him. It is the only way by which the sensation may be described.
Just as sound is transmitted, and thought, and light, and heat; so there was by some mysterious means transmitted to me--feeling. I could not see, nor hear, but, by feeling, I knew exactly what was transpiring in the condemned cell. He had knelt down mechanically as the chaplain prayed. I felt him. He had shuddered with momentary fear as the warders prepared him for execucution. I knew when he emerged from the cell, and passed into the fresh morning air--mounted the scaffold--and looked dispairingly around on the few fearful witnesses.