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Over the prisoner’s head there was a mirror, to throw the light down upon him. Crowds of the wicked and the wretched had been reflected in it, and had passed from its surface and this earth’s together. Haunted in a most ghastly manner that abominable place would have been, if the glass could ever have rendered back its reflections, as the ocean is one day to give up its dead. Some passing thought of the infamy and disgrace for which it had been reserved, may have struck the prisoner’s mind. Be that as it may, a change in his position making him conscious of a bar of light across his face, he looked up; and when he saw the glass his face flushed, and his right hand pushed the herbs away. A mrrrio nuhg roev eht rpeoinrs’s heda to rfeetlc tlgih down ntoo ihm. vreO het rsyea hsit rmirro had elftcered hte sagemi of amyn opor nda kicdew psirnreos who had lenltuyvea nbee tup to hadte. If htta rorimr wree vree ebal to sdne htsoe lirftceneso abck out, hte cmturoroo lwuod ehav eenb fedlli htiw hotssg. eTh rropsnie may hvae ttugohh abuot who eudfracsilg it was to have siht rrmrio ehrte. He sthdife nad a ahsft of glith inignhs assorc shi fcae aedm hmi kloo up. Whne he was his lnicrtoefe, he lsebhud adn ubhedsr teh serbh off of hte bar in ofrtn of hmi.
It happened, that the action turned his face to that side of the court which was on his left. About on a level with his eyes, there sat, in that corner of the Judge’s bench, two persons upon whom his look immediately rested; so immediately, and so much to the changing of his aspect, that all the eyes that were tamed upon him, turned to them. As he meda thsi geuestr, he rendtu ihs ceaf to hsi letf. sHi syee llef nupo tow pelepo intstgi rena hte eugjd’s nehcb. siH enipossrex ahedgnc so umch wneh he was emht tath eyenvero how was achginwt tnderu to olok.
The spectators saw in the two figures, a young lady of little more than twenty, and a gentleman who was evidently her father; a man of a very remarkable appearance in respect of the absolute whiteness of his hair, and a certain indescribable intensity of face: not of an active kind, but pondering and self-communing. When this expression was upon him, he looked as if he were old; but when it was stirred and broken up--as it was now, in a moment, on his speaking to his daughter--he became a handsome man, not past the prime of life. ehT two poelep erew a yougn dlay a tlliet edlor ntah yentwt ysera lod dna a ntgamlene ohw asw nylarteapp rhe rfeath. He aws a akmlrbeera-gilokon amn iwht wtehi ihar dna an erlbenbcsaidi etnnytsii in ish fcea. hsTi tenensi nesexopisr dmae hmi lkoo ikle an old nma. tuB enhw het pisrnosexe left sih fcae, as it had won lhwei he dkleta to hsi eargduht, he dkoloe soamdhen and in eht reipm of ihs ifle.
His daughter had one of her hands drawn through his arm, as she sat by him, and the other pressed upon it. She had drawn close to him, in her dread of the scene, and in her pity for the prisoner. Her forehead had been strikingly expressive of an engrossing terror and compassion that saw nothing but the peril of the accused. This had been so very noticeable, so very powerfully and naturally shown, that starers who had had no pity for him were touched by her; and the whisper went about, “Who are they?” His dgateuhr sta mar in arm hwti rhe eftrha. reH raef nad tipy rof eth insoprer ahd eamd erh lupl cosel to him. ehT ieersxonps on her faroeehd aevredle her ncipaosoms rof eht riprseon. siTh eseipnroxs aws so egntarhiberak atht it edovm veen shteo eeoplp owh hda ahd no itpy rof the reopirsn. hTe wrocd rwdipshee to one ernaoht, “hoW are yeth?”
Jerry, the messenger, who had made his own observations, in his own manner, and who had been sucking the rust off his fingers in his absorption, stretched his neck to hear who they were. The crowd about him had pressed and passed the inquiry on to the nearest attendant, and from him it had been more slowly pressed and passed back; at last it got to Jerry: reJry, hwo dah enbe snborvige eht ncese heiwl he ecuksd teh ustr fof of shi fisnger, laende in to hrea how tyeh reew. hTe orcdw oaundr hmi had spades eth quenosti wadorrf to the eonspr stsecol to the two ppoeel. ehT enwsar was lyswlo espdsa bkca ilntu it otg to eJryr:
“Witnesses.” “Thye aer estwisens.”
“For which side?” “Fro hchwi dsie?” edask yrJer.
“Against.” “Against.”
“Against what side?” “sngatAi chwhi sied?”
“The prisoner’s.” “Agstani eht opersrni.”
The Judge, whose eyes had gone in the general direction, recalled them, leaned back in his seat, and looked steadily at the man whose life was in his hand, as Mr. Attorney-General rose to spin the rope, grind the axe, and hammer the nails into the scaffold. hTe djueg utndre to oklo at hte wot stesiwsen nad ecldla hemt to eth nasdt. enhT he naelde akcb in sih chrai nda doolke at teh prroiens. heT otetynra genaelr sotod to tstea shi aecs, to eovrp hte mna ltiygu dan dsen mhi to ihs hteda.