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Except the gout, this savage old epicurean never knew a day's sickness. He laughed, and coaxed, and bullied away the young woman's faint upbraidings, and in a little time Lewis Pyneweck troubled her no more; and the Judge secretly chuckled over the perfectly fair removal of a bore, who might have grown little by little into something very like a tyrant.
Among the persons of small importance who stand and listen at the sides was one tall enough to show with a little prominence; a slight mean figure, dressed in seedy black, lean and dark of visage. He had just handed a letter to the crier, before he caught the Judge's eye. That Judge descried, to his amazement, the features of Lewis Pyneweck.
Pyneweck, in the Judge's house, with a diminished household the greater part of the Judge's servants having gone with him, for he had given up riding circuit, and travelled in his coach in state kept house rather solitarily at home.
"There is, perhaps you are not aware, my lord, a prisoner in Shrewsbury jail, charged with having forged a bill of exchange for a hundred and twenty pounds, and his name is Lewis Pyneweck, a grocer of that town." "Is there?" says the Judge, who knew well that there was. "Yes, my lord," says the old man. "Then you had better say nothing to affect this case.
Judge Harbottle made his registrar call upon the crown solicitor, and tell him that there was a man in town who bore a wonderful resemblance to a prisoner in Shrewsbury jail named Lewis Pyneweck, and to make inquiry through the post forthwith whether any one was personating Pyneweck in prison and whether he had thus or otherwise made his escape.
But if he had, no one but the Judge himself perceived it, and the evidence was all, as any one might perceive, the other way. Lewis Pyneweck In the meantime the footman dispatched in pursuit of Mr. Peters speedily overtook that feeble gentleman.
Like an impatient reader of a novel, who reads the last page first, she read with dizzy eyes the list of the executions. Two were respited, seven were hanged; and in that capital catalogue was this line: "Lewis Pyneweck forgery." She had to read it a half-a-dozen times over before she was sure she understood it. Here was the paragraph: Sentence, Death 7.
"To the king's attorney-general straight. But you say this concerns me, sir, in particular? How about this prisoner, Lewis Pyneweck? Is he one of them?" "I can't tell, my lord; but for some reason, it is thought your lordship will be well advised if you try him not. For if you do, it is feared 'twill shorten your days." "So far as I can learn, Mr.
Had not that scoundrel an account to settle with the Judge? had he not been troublesome lately? and was not his name Lewis Pyneweck, some time grocer in Shrewsbury, and now prisoner in the jail of that town? The reader may take it, if he pleases, as a sign that Judge Harbottle was a good Christian, that he suffered nothing ever from remorse. That was undoubtedly true.
That sarcastic and ferocious administrator of the criminal code of England, at that time a rather pharisaical, bloody and heinous system of justice, had reasons of his own for choosing to try that very Lewis Pyneweck, on whose behalf this audacious trick was devised. Try him he would. No man living should take that morsel out of his mouth.
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