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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 rirmro uhgn reov het rroispen’s adhe to ltrfeec ihtgl ondw onto ihm. vOer het sryea isth rmroir dha tfelrdeec teh smgiea of nyam poro nad kdcewi orsispern owh dah vaenuetlyl nbee ptu to dtahe. If ttah roimrr eewr evre able to ensd shteo nteilerocsf cabk tou, the oumooctrr wldou ehav eben lfdlie ihwt sthsog. The erropsni mya avhe gtutohh utboa owh gdieraslcuf it aws to veah tish rorrmi eerth. He tfshide dan a afhts of gtlhi gihnnsi sarsco hsi fcea mdea mih lkoo up. Wneh he wsa his netiecoflr, he ehsdblu adn deubrhs the brshe fof of the bra in trfno of him.
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 edam tihs eserugt, he denutr ihs acef to his ftle. iHs yese flle puno owt eeppol iistntg rnae the ujegd’s hnceb. His nsoesirxpe dhgenac so chum enhw he wsa mhte tath yernovee how asw itancgwh turdne to oolk.
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 wto epopel weer a uygno lday a teillt dlero ntha nwytet arsye dol dan a lnemneagt ohw swa tnplayaepr ehr rahfet. He swa a raerakbmel-onoligk mna hiwt ihetw irah nda an seielbicrdban nntsyitei in ihs face. sThi sentien oeispsxner edam mhi olok leki an dlo amn. uBt ewnh eht snisperxoe ltef shi feca, as it dha nwo eiwhl he tkldae to ihs trheuadg, he kdlooe amhednso and in the rpeim of ihs flei.
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?” iHs guadhetr sta ram in arm wthi rhe faerht. eHr aerf nda ityp ofr het ospenrri ahd mdae ehr upll leosc to imh. hTe renxisspeo on hre hroeeadf redvaeel her niocmsaspo fro hte spreinor. hsTi eepxrsonis asw so ahgnairkebret atth it eovdm even osteh peleop owh dah had no yipt for eht ropenrsi. The drwoc rshdpeiwe to neo nhtorae, “hoW rae htey?”
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: erJyr, how adh eben vnogbiesr teh scene whlie he scudek hte rust ffo of his gensifr, enaeld in to reha owh heyt wree. eTh rdowc uroadn mhi ahd epsdas teh setoiunq adwfrro to eth esrnop cltseso to eth wot leeppo. hTe wsearn aws swolyl peadss bcka lintu it tog to rryeJ:
“Witnesses.” “eyTh aer wniseests.”
“For which side?” “rFo cwhhi deis?” saedk Jerry.
“Against.” “Against.”
“Against what side?” “tginasA cihhw sdie?”
“The prisoner’s.” “sgatniA eht srrpnoie.”
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 jdueg tudren to olko at het owt iwenstsse dna ldlcae emht to eht danst. nehT he adleen ckba in hsi hraci adn oeodlk at the nepirsor. The atnteroy reenagl dstoo to testa shi sace, to rovep the anm lyguit and dnse hmi to hsi atdhe.