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"Let me understand," said the judge and then the perspiration became more visible on poor Kenneby's face; "do you mean to say that you have no memory on the matter whatever? that you simply do not remember whether Usbech did or did not sign it?" "I don't think he signed it." "But why do you think he did not, seeing that his name is there?" "I didn't see him."
"No," said Kenneby, "I'm engaged I know." "When I accepted John Kenneby's hand and heart, and well I remember the beauteous language in which he expressed his feelings, and always shall, I told him, that I respected him as a man that would do his duty by a woman, though perhaps he mightn't be so cute in the way of having much to say for himself as some others.
Smiley also? That was John Kenneby's reflection as he slowly mounted the two steps up into the place of his torture. Near to the same spot, and near also to Dockwrath who had taken these two witnesses under his special charge, sat Bridget Bolster.
The judge's words were not uncivil, but his voice was harsh, and the only perceptible consequence of the remonstrance was to be seen in the thick drops of perspiration standing on John Kenneby's brow. "That is the evidence which you gave on the former trial? May the jury presume that you then spoke the truth to the best of your knowledge?" "I tried to speak the truth, sir."
What's the use of a man having an opinion if he won't back it? He's bound to back it, or else he should give way, and confess he ain't so sure about it as he said he was. There's no coming to an end if you don't do that. Now there's a ten-pound note," and Moulder produced that amount of the root of all evil; "I'll put that in John Kenneby's hands, and do you cover it."
In that position she remained till her turn came; and one may say that there was no need for fear on account of Bridget Bolster. And then Sir Richard began. What would be the nature of Kenneby's direct evidence the reader pretty well knows.
There's John's waistcoat is silk." Upon which they all looked at Kenneby's waistcoat, and, with the exception of Kantwise, acknowledged the truth of the assertion. "That's as may be," said he, looking round at it from the corner of his eyes. "And do you mean to say that all the barristers in London will make me say that it's made of cloth? It's ridic'lous nothing short of ridic'lous."
"My dear John," it began, for the two had known each other when they were lads together, and it went on to request Kenneby's attendance at Hamworth for the short space of a few hours, "I want to have a little conversation with you about a matter of considerable interest to both of us; and as I cannot expect you to undertake expense I enclose a money order for thirty shillings."
Dockwrath's punishment had come he had been hardly contented, but the inadequacy of Kenneby's testimony had restored him to good humour, and the verdict had made him triumphant. "Didn't I know it, old fellow?" he had said, slapping his friend Snengkeld on the back.
He could not but reflect that she had never yet said a soft word to him. As the day of the trial drew nigh, the perturbation of poor John Kenneby's mind became very great. Moulder had not intended to frighten him, but had thought it well to put him up to what he believed to be the truth. No doubt he would be badgered and bullied.
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