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"I heard that the shock had affected him seriously," he said, "but he does not appear to be greatly the worse for it; I think he'll come through all right. He's an honest, warm-hearted man. I learned the other day of a proposition that Sharpman made to him before the trial; a tempting one to offer to a poor man, but he rejected it with scorn.
Craft was quiet and attentive in a moment. The word "cash" had a magical influence over him. Sharpman arose, closed the door between the two rooms tightly, and locked it. "Some one might chance to intrude," he explained. Then he came back, sat down in front of his visitor, and assumed an attitude of confidence. "Yes," he said, "more cash; ten times as much."
"I did na thenk to ask; that was fulish in me, I s'ould 'a' gone there first." "I think Mr. Sharpman will look after him. I do not think you need to worry; perhaps it was necessary for them to remain overnight. But, if Ralph does not come in the morning, you must let me know, and I shall assist you in searching for him." "Thank ye, Mistress Burnham, thank ye, kindly!
The quiet stars looked down in peace upon him, the heart that beat within his breast was full with hope, with happiness, with calm content. Lawyer Sharpman sat in his office on Sunday evening, meditating on his success in the Burnham suit and planning to avert the dangers that still lay in his path. Old Simon's disclosures in court were a source of much anxiety to him.
I'll try to do w'at's right, after this, anyway." The old man, taken by surprise, had no answer ready; and Sharpman, seeing that the situation was likely to become awkward, stepped forward and said: "Oh! I've no doubt he'll be all we can desire now." He took the boy's hand, and led him toward the door. "I see my clerk has gone," he said; "are you afraid to go home alone?" "Oh, no!
"In that case," said the judge, "I presume you will have nothing further to offer on the part of the plaintiff, Mr. Sharpman?" "Nothing," replied that gentleman, with an involuntary, smile of satisfaction on his lips. "Then," said Goodlaw, who was still standing, "I suppose the evidence may be declared closed.
It was a brilliant scheme, worth risking a great deal on, both of money and reputation, Sharpman resolved to make the most of it. It was the morning of the third day after the disaster at Burnham Shaft. The breaker boys were to go that morning, in a body, to the mansion of their dead employer to look for the last time on his face.
He was laboring under too much excitement still to do either. He walked nervously about the cottage for a while, then he started down toward the city. He went first to Sharpman's office, and the clerk told him that Mr. Sharpman had left word that Ralph need not go to Wilkesbarre that day. Then he went on to the heart of the city.
But, lest something should occur of which we might wish to take advantage, we ask that the evidence be not closed until the meeting of court on Monday next." "Is that agreeable to you, Mr. Sharpman?" inquired the judge. "Perfectly," replied that lawyer, his face beaming with good nature. He knew that Goodlaw had given up the case and that his path was now clear.
"We will see," said the judge, "that no harm comes to you or to your cause from irrelevant matter interjected by counsel. But let us get on with the case. We are taking too much time." Sharpman turned again to his papers and called the name of "Anthony Henderson." An old man arose in the audience, and made his way feebly to the witness-stand, which had just been vacated by Craft.
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