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Updated: June 2, 2025
"Of course we should have to use cloth for Justice's eye bandages, and her steelyards I believe Ury and I could trim out, though they might not weigh jest right to the notch." And I sez, "Justice has been used to that, to not weighin' things right, it wouldn't surprise her." But I told him it would be sights of work and mebby he'll give it up.
He endeavored once more to revive in his mind the image of her proud tall figure; he felt he must tell her that she was beautiful, a woman worthy of a king that he was her friend and hated injustice, and was ready to sacrifice much for justice's sake and for her own in the service of her parents and herself.
Jiffin is not the only great donkey in the world. Richard Hare, meanwhile, had entered his mother's presence. She was sitting at the open window, the justice opposite to her, in an invalid chair, basking in the air and the sun. This last attack of the justice's had affected the mind more than the body.
The constable took him to the justice's house, but as he was from home, to save the expense and trouble of charging a watch to secure his prisoner, he allowed him to go home, one of his friends undertaking to be answerable for his appearance the next day. On the following morning they went to the constable and then to the justice.
The community of Derncleugh, who cared for no rogues but their own, were wholly without alarm at the severity of the Justice's proceedings towards other itinerants. They had no doubt that he determined to suffer no mendicants or strollers in the country but what resided on his own property, and practised their trade by his immediate permission, implied or expressed. Nor was Mr.
Whitbread very tranquilly. Bedloe, too, told the same tale as he had told before, but with many embellishments; and was treated by my Lords with as much respect, very nearly, as Oates himself; and they were both given refreshment by the Chief Justice's order.
HONOR McBRIDE . . . . . . Daughter of Matthew McBride, and Sister of Philip McBride. A Justice's Clerk a Constable Witnesses and two Footmen. A Cottage. HONOR McBRIDE, alone. Honor. Phil! Phil. Honor. Oh, I may give it up: he's full of his new boots and singing, see! Enter PHIL McBRIDE, dressed in the height of the Irish buck-farmer fashion, singing, "Oh the boy of Ball'navogue!
"Let her go, Marty an' see if ye can git us down the hill without runnin' over nobody's pup." Perhaps Judge Little had purposely delayed giving the warrant to Constable Cantor to serve. The Days found Nelson at home and ran him down to the justice's office before the constable had started to hunt for his prey.
At last an officer came in and said he was to come to the police justice's for the preliminary examination of Sleeny. "They have caught him, then?" he asked, with assumed eagerness and surprise. "He had not got away?" "No," the man answered curtly. They came to the court-room in a few steps. Sam was there between two policemen. As Offitt entered, he smiled and slightly nodded.
'Sir, said Uncle Ben, looking at him, 'my health would fare much better, if you would pay me three pounds and twelve shillings, which you have owed me these five years back; and now we are met at the Justice's, the opportunity is good, sir.
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