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"Yes, and one of the best lawyers in the city; but he is defending Montgomery, I am sorry!" "Did Mr. Rood," the first lawyer began again, "show surprise when you told him there was some one at the door?" "No, sir." The man hesitated. "He was angry." Mr. Dingley's lawyer looked triumphantly at the lawyer for the defense; then he again turned to the witness.
That evening he came into Dingley's room, where I sat with her to repair the household linen, and rattled on, full of wit and good humour; and when Dingley went out to fetch a cordial for him, he says: "Well, Mistress Stella, did we give the lying slut her lesson today did we? Sure,'twas a pure bite!" And says I: "I have seldom heard your Reverence more entertaining." And he, laughing hugely:
I realized that I was hearing voices with remarkable clearness. I was able to recognize father's and Mr. Dingley's, and they seemed to be talking just beneath my window. Then it occurred to me that, since the evening was mild, the window of the study, which was just beneath my room, must be open. The sound of those voices worried me; Mr.
"Better, thanks to MD's prayers," wrote the immortal man who loved her, in a private fragment of a journal, never meant for Dingley's eyes, nor for Ppt's, nor for any human eyes; and the rogue Stella has for two centuries stolen all the credit of those prayers, and all the thanks of that pious benediction.
It's a kind of obsession, and it often means life or death, whether the mascot can stand the strain of the situation. I knew an old man down by Dingley's Flat it was, and he wanted a boy his grand-nephew-beside him always. He was getting well, but the boy took sick and the old man died the next day. The boy had been his medicine.
Yes, even though I seemed to be safe; for hadn't she, in a fashion, conjured me out of Mr. Dingley's protection? Her power of persuasion it was that which was her magic! Thus far father was the only one who seemed untouched by it. Even I had felt the pressure of it.
After the broad sunlight the hall seemed so dark, I could but sense high ceilings and hanging draperies above my head, and feel beneath my feet the soft depth of a carpet. All that my eyes could distinguish was the little white glimmer of Mr. Dingley's card as he handed it to the person who had opened the door.
Dingley's associate began cross-examining her, he seemed to turn her testimony inside out, and then it appeared that her evidence had been the worst thing possible for the prisoner. For if Rood had stood so firmly in Montgomery's way, the lawyer argued, that would give the very strongest motive for the shooting. "Wasn't it dreadful!" Hallie exclaimed.
Dingley's buggy was standing in front of the house, though it was but a few blocks down Washington Street to the prison on Kearney. But we did not drive as I had expected straight down Washington, making instead a detour of several blocks, and finally, by means of a little alleyway, coming to the back door of the prison. The only people in sight were a couple of policemen, but, Mr.
Just as I did so, I heard the study door flung open, quick steps in the hall, and there, from that part of the hall directly beneath the landing, Mr. Dingley's voice: "Oh, that's just your supersensitive conscience! There was no need of bringing the child up to town. There's enough circumstantial evidence to convict ten men of whatever guilt there is."
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