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"I submit, my lurd," interposed the briefless one, "that this respectable gentleman is taken ill, and that his presence may now be dispensed with, as a witness in the cause."
"I submit, my lurd," interposed the briefless one, "that this respectable gentleman is taken ill, and that his presence may now be dispensed with, as a witness in the cause."
In hope to lay her spirit, I would have offered up a victim: but but she will not have him. Mine was the hand that " "Pardon me," upstarted Mr. Sharp, "this poor gentleman is a mono-maniac; pray, my lurd, let him be removed while the trial is proceeding." "You horse-hair hypocrite, you!" roared Ben, "would you hang the innocent, and save the guilty?" Would he? would Mr. Philip Sharp?
But the court was hushed at last: the jury rësworn; certain legal forms and technicalities speedily attended to, as counts of indictment, and so forth: and the judge then quietly said, "Simon Jennings, stand at that bar." He stood there like an image. "My lurd, I claim to be prisoner's counsel." "Mr.
Simon Jennings, I contend that no one may criminate himself in this way, without the shadow of evidence to support such suicidal testimony. Really, my lurd " "Oh, sir, but my father may go free?" earnestly asked Grace. But Ben Burke's voice I had almost written woice overwhelmed them all: "Let me speak, judge, an't it please your honour, and take you notice, Master Horsehair.
Simon Jennings, I contend that no one may criminate himself in this way, without the shadow of evidence to support such suicidal testimony. Really, my lurd " "Oh, sir, but my father may go free?" earnestly asked Grace. But Ben Burke's voice I had almost written woice overwhelmed them all: "Let me speak, judge, an't it please your honour, and take you notice, Master Horsehair.
In hope to lay her spirit, I would have offered up a victim: but but she will not have him. Mine was the hand that " "Pardon me," upstarted Mr. Sharp, "this poor gentleman is a mono-maniac; pray, my lurd, let him be removed while the trial is proceeding." "You horse-hair hypocrite, you!" roared Ben, "would you hang the innocent, and save the guilty?" Would he? would Mr. Philip Sharp?
But the court was hushed at last: the jury rësworn; certain legal forms and technicalities speedily attended to, as counts of indictment, and so forth: and the judge then quietly said, "Simon Jennings, stand at that bar." He stood there like an image. "My lurd, I claim to be prisoner's counsel." "Mr.
'In for a stinger, my lurd, observed Jack, returning his horn to the case. 'Hope so, replied his lordship, pocketing his. They then flew the first fence together. 'F-o-r-r-ard! screamed Jack in the air, as he saw the hounds packing well together, and racing with a breast-high scent.
Would he? ask him again. But Jennings quietly proceeded like a speaking statue. You may hang me now, Aunt Quarles." "My lurd, my lurd, this is a most irregular proceeding," urged Mr. Sharp; "on the part of the prisoner I, I crave pardon on behalf of this most respectable and deluded gentleman, Mr.
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