“O Lord! The people are like wild beasts! How could he be alive?” voices in the crowd could be heard saying. “Quite a young fellow too⁠ ⁠… must have been a merchant’s son. What men!⁠ ⁠… and they say he’s not the right one.⁠ ⁠… How not the right one?⁠ ⁠… O Lord! And there’s another has been beaten too⁠—they say he’s nearly done for.⁠ ⁠… Oh, the people⁠ ⁠… Aren’t they afraid of sinning?⁠ ⁠…” said the same mob now, looking with pained distress at the dead body with its long, thin, half-severed neck and its livid face stained with blood and dust.

A painstaking police officer, considering the presence of a corpse in his excellency’s courtyard unseemly, told the dragoons to take it away. Two dragoons took it by its distorted legs and dragged it along the ground. The gory, dust-stained, half-shaven head with its long neck trailed twisting along the ground. The crowd shrank back from it.