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Devil be in me," says he, "but I'd prove black white as fast as a horse 'ud throt wid only a good stick ov superbaton." "Faix," says the Pope, wid a sly look, "you'd need to have it backed, I judge, wid a small piece of assurance." "Well now, jist for that word," says his Riv'rence, "I'll prove it widout aither one or other. Black," says he, "is one thing and white is another thing.
The Judge patted her hand affectionately. "You're a sport, all right. Now, I'm mad clean through!" "That's what I thought, and I have never seen you angry before." "I'm sorry, child, I didn't mean to have you see me in this mood, ever," said the Judge with a trembling voice. "But I'm so glad I did.
It was the Hand of Providence I see it now that first brought us together. You must not call me judge any more; I am your grandfather your mother was my daughter." Hannibal instantly sat erect and looked up at the judge, his blue eyes wide with amazement at this extraordinary statement.
"Then, Sir," retorted Judge Willis, "if you know your duty you have wilfully neglected it; and as you say you will continue to act as you have done hitherto, I shall feel it to be my duty holding, as I do, His Majesty's commission on this bench to make a representation of your conduct to His Majesty's Government."
The glasses filled, the doubter raised his own, and exclaimed: "Boys, here's corpse corpse is the best-looking man in camp." And so he was. For the first time in his wretched life his soul had reached his face, and the Judge mercifully took him while he was yet in His own image.
The whitish, faded fellow lifted himself heavily, and shaking his head slowly said in a thick voice: "You ought to be ashamed. I am a heavy man, and yet I understand justice!" He raised his hand higher than his head and was silent, half-closing his eyes as if looking at something at a distance. "What is it?" shouted the old judge in excited astonishment, dropping back in his armchair.
Slator's name, the case was brought before one of those horrible tribunals, presided over by a second Judge Jeffreys, and calling itself a court of justice, but before whom no coloured person, nor an abolitionist, was ever known to get his full rights. A verdict was given in favour of the plaintiff, whom the better portion of the community thought had wilfully conspired to cheat the family.
I answered that, until now, I had not felt in me any but frivolous tastes, but that I would make bold to answer for my readiness to execute all the orders which his eminence might be pleased to lay upon me, if he should judge me worthy of entering his service. "Come to my office to-morrow morning," said the cardinal, "and ask for the Abbe Gama, to whom I will give my instructions.
There was a second no less evident fact; I could not place this man in the hands of justice without, probably, killing my mother on the spot, or, quite certainly, laying her whole life waste. Therefore I would have to be my own tribunal, judge, and executioner in my own cause. What mattered to me the arguments for or against?
They employ spies to stir up strife, and some lawyers and judges seem to be banded together to fleece the confiding lambs of the public. The judge not only refused to postpone the trial until I was able to attend, but refused to have the jury informed that I was absent on account of serious sickness.
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