"What is it you want?" the Procureur asked, severely. wig companies
"I am on the jury; my name is Nekhludoff, and it is absolutelynecessary for me to see the prisoner Maslova," Nekhludoff said,quickly and resolutely, blushing, and feeling that he was takinga step which would have a decisive influence on his life. wigan b&q
The Procureur was a short, dark man, with short, grizzly hair,quick, sparkling eyes, and a thick beard cut close on hisprojecting lower jaw.
"Maslova? Yes, of course, I know. She was accused of poisoning,"the Procureur said, quietly. "But why do you want to see her?"And then, as if wishing to tone down his question, he added, "Icannot give you the permission without knowing why you requireit."
"I require it for a particularly important reason."
"Yes?" said the Procureur, and, lifting his eyes, lookedattentively at Nekhludoff. "Has her case been heard or not?"
"She was tried yesterday, and unjustly sentenced; she isinnocent."
"Yes? If she was sentenced only yesterday," went on theProcureur, paying no attention to Nekhludoff's statementconcerning Maslova's innocence, "she must still he in thepreliminary detention prison until the sentence is delivered inits final form. Visiting is allowed there only on certain days; Ishould advise you to inquire there."
"But I must see her as soon as possible," Nekhludoff said, hisjaw trembling as he felt the decisive moment approaching.
"Why must you?" said the Procureur, lifting his brows with someagitation.