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÷ȷַ:a g 9 559 v i p<`You say again you are quite sure that it was the prisoner?' The witness was quite sure. `Did you ever see anybody very like the prisoner?' Not so like (the witness said) as that he could be mistaken. `Look well upon that gentleman, my learned friend there,' pointing to him who had tossed the paper over, `and then look well upon the prisoner. How say you? Are they very like each other?'A favourite at the Old Bailey, and eke at the Sessions, Mr. Stryver had begun cautiously to hew away the lower staves of the ladder on which he mounted. Sessions and Old Bailey had now to summon their favourite, specially, to their longing arms; and shouldering itself towards the visage of the Lord Chief Justice in the Court of King's Bench, the florid countenance of Mr. Stryver might be daily seen, bursting out of the bed of wigs, like a great sunflower pushing its way at the sun from among a rank garden full of flaring companions.

`Long ago.'


`The little child was a daughter, sir?'

They had said little though they had been there a long time. When it was yet light enough to work and read, she had neither engaged herself in her usual work, nor had she read to him. She had employed herself in both ways, at his side under the tree, many and many a time; but, this time was not quite like any other, and nothing could make it so.

`If you please, sir.'

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`Yes. And if you were shown a flock of birds, unable to fly, and were set upon them to strip them of their feathers for your own advantage, you would set upon the birds of the finest feathers; would you not?'

`You hadn't taken to the dreadful business then, Jerry.'

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`Do you mean the prisoner?' inquired the Judge, knitting his brows.

`That's all. He wishes to have a messenger at hand. This is to tell him you are there.'

`You cannot do your friend a better service.' The Doctor gave him his hand.


`My father,' exclaimed Lucie, `you are ill!'





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÷ȷֺӾһλߵĿռǣܽ `How did it show itself? I infer,' glancing at his hands again, `in the resumption of some old pursuit connected with the shock?' ϸ

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