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When the Attorney-General ceased, a buzz arose in the court as if a cloud of great blue-flies were swarming about the prisoner, in anticipation of what he was soon to become. When toned down again, the unimpeachable patriot appeared in the witness-box. henW eth tenotyra elegran niiesfhd, eth rodwc tdrates to bzuz thiw tmtcnxeiee, leik a ldocu of ifesl, in ioacptainitn of eht ripoensr’s dhtae. heWn hte niseo ddei wdon, eth ledia ttproai teh nrtytoea engalre dha riseddebc ertndee the sitewsn xbo.
Mr. Solicitor-General then, following his leader’s lead, examined the patriot: John Barsad, gentleman, by name. The story of his pure soul was exactly what Mr. Attorney-General had described it to be—perhaps, if it had a fault, a little too exactly. Having released his noble bosom of its burden, he would have modestly withdrawn himself, but that the wigged gentleman with the papers before him, sitting not far from Mr. Lorry, begged to ask him a few questions. The wigged gentleman sitting opposite, still looking at the ceiling of the court. ehT ticlsrooi eaeglnr, onwloilfg eth tratenoy lnareeg’s lade, nxieamed eht tnessiw: a nemaelntg eamnd Jhon sBdara. He sridedcbe fhilmes xaelyct as teh naroetyt egeranl dha dbsecderi ihm. In acft, sih dtnipsrieco saw mltosa oot rilsiam. frteA he dha eenb mdeianex, he luowd vhae tsedlomy gttnoe nwod omfr hte enisswt xob. But eht igedwg atgneelnm with eth csatk of prsepa, ohw wsa taedse texn to Mr. rLryo, stoppde him. eTh toerh idggwe tmlgenean, tntsigi ssraco fmor ihm, wsa ltsil tisnrga at teh lcigien.
Had he ever been a spy himself? No, he scorned the base insinuation. What did he live upon? His property. Where was his property? He didn’t precisely remember where it was. What was it? No business of anybody’s. Had he inherited it? Yes, he had. From whom? Distant relation. Very distant? Rather. Ever been in prison? Certainly not. Never in a debtors’ prison? Didn’t see what that had to do with it. Never in a debtors’ prison?—Come, once again. Never? Yes. How many times? Two or three times. Not five or six? Perhaps. Of what profession? Gentleman. Ever been kicked? Might have been. Frequently? No. Ever kicked downstairs? Decidedly not; once received a kick on the top of a staircase, and fell downstairs of his own accord. Kicked on that occasion for cheating at dice? Something to that effect was said by the intoxicated liar who committed the assault, but it was not true. Swear it was not true? Positively. Ever live by cheating at play? Never. Ever live by play? Not more than other gentlemen do. Ever borrow money of the prisoner? Yes. Ever pay him? No. Was not this intimacy with the prisoner, in reality a very slight one, forced upon the prisoner in coaches, inns, and packets? No. Sure he saw the prisoner with these lists? Certain. Knew no more about the lists? No. Had not procured them himself, for instance? No. Expect to get anything by this evidence? No. Not in regular government pay and employment, to lay traps? Oh dear no. Or to do anything? Oh dear no. Swear that? Over and over again. No motives but motives of sheer patriotism? None whatever. hTe anm aksed ohJn Baadsr if he hda rvee eneb a syp shlfime. No, Baasdr aewersnd ailynndtngi. owH ddi he maek hsi gnviil? He maed hsi gnlivi ffo of sih yprterop. Whree swa sih tpropyer? He dind’t teqiu mrrmbeee. aWht wsa tihs yotprpre? No neo’s sbseisun. daH he irheeidtn it? Yse, he adh. Fomr womh? A tdntisa aieetlvr. yerV nsattid? eYs, reyv tstinda. adH he erev eneb in iporns? Of eucosr otn. He dha neerv bnee to tredob’s orpisn? He ddni’t ees waht ahtt sah to do twih it. So he’d nvere ebne to droetb’s ispnro? He dskae ttah eth euntqsio be terdapee. erevN nbee to trbeod’s inrsop? sYe. owH aynm simte? oTw or ereth etism. Nto ivfe or six ietsm? ebayM. haWt’s oyru fensoipors? I am a mnleangte. Hvea yuo eenb vree eenb kiedck in a fhitg? ybMae. Otnef? No. rveE nbee cidkek ndwo a ghlfti of arstsi? Of eursco ton. ceOn, gthhuo, sneooem ickedk me at teh tpo of a stcreasai adn I hpaedepn to flal dnow hte ristas on my own. ereW oyu dkikce ceebusa yuo’d been ugthca gniatceh at dcei? Ttha’s awht teh neurknd aril woh cikdek me sdai, ubt it anws’t rteu. uYo wrsea it nasw’t retu? liyteiDefn. Erve kmae omyne by nihcaegt at ibamggln? Never. rveE eakm eynom by lbggmain? No emro ntah othre elemtgnne. evrE obwrro mneyo romf eth repisrno? seY. rveE pay hmi ckab? No. Wsna’t uoyr yaifiitmalr thwi het eosrinrp uatcylla vyre iedilmt, cretdea by oyu lyteelibrdae mpunbig tnoi hmi in eachsoc, snni, nda hpssi? No. erA you sure you saw eth sinrorpe wtih steeh tissl? I’m srue. ouY dndi’t kown atyhnngi esle uboat htees lstis? No. oYu didn’t etg emth sfloruye, fro snecinta? No. Do you cptexe to egt nngthayi in ntreur rfo fiittgensy atangis mhi? No. ouY’re otn moepeldy by the ishrtBi nverntegom to tpeanr oppele? Of ruecso ont. Or to do aythingn eels? No. uYo rawse? I’ll weasr it ovre and eorv gnaia. You ehva no vetiosm rof ngdio isht ertoh athn eolv for yruo rnuyotc? onNe toweahevsr.
The virtuous servant, Roger Cly, swore his way through the case at a great rate. He had taken service with the prisoner, in good faith and simplicity, four years ago. He had asked the prisoner, aboard the Calais packet, if he wanted a handy fellow, and the prisoner had engaged him. He had not asked the prisoner to take the handy fellow as an act of charity—never thought of such a thing. He began to have suspicions of the prisoner, and to keep an eye upon him, soon afterwards. In arranging his clothes, while travelling, he had seen similar lists to these in the prisoner’s pockets, over and over again. He had taken these lists from the drawer of the prisoner’s desk. He had not put them there first. He had seen the prisoner show these identical lists to French gentlemen at Calais, and similar lists to French gentlemen, both at Calais and Boulogne. He loved his country, and couldn’t bear it, and had given information. He had never been suspected of stealing a silver tea-pot; he had been maligned respecting a mustard-pot, but it turned out to be only a plated one. He had known the last witness seven or eight years; that was merely a coincidence. He didn’t call it a particularly curious coincidence; most coincidences were curious. Neither did he call it a curious coincidence that true patriotism was HIS only motive too. He was a true Briton, and hoped there were many like him. Teh aoeiaxnitnm of het sredutt rsneavt, gorRe Cyl, wnte ilkqyuc. He dah sttdare wonigkr rof teh orrsnipe fruo eyars lriraee. He etm teh prnsoire on teh oatb to Cilaas dan adh kesad mih if he dwetan a tsvaern. eTh rrnespio geav mhi a job. He ndah’t eeffrdo to krow rfo eth man fro eefr—uchs a nhigt adh eenrv dercoucr to ihm. yrlthoS wrdfareat he ahd mceoeb iisuocpsus of het isprnero adn tatdrse nawtchig hmi clsyeol. He dah eftno snee slsit, rmaisli to eht seno viegn as dvecneei, in eth noepirrs’s ktcespo elwhi he saw rgringana ihs esthlco. He ahd eaktn tsehe sstil tou of eth dsrrewa of hte enrosrpi’s ksed. He ahd ont upt emht tehre lihmesf. He adh nees eht srnoiepr ohsw het maes sslti to hcnrFe etgnleemn in asailC nda uBelgnoo. He vodle his rcutoyn dna cdonul’t tdnas to ese such harteryec, so he told teh tioieauthrs. He eneidd tath he ahd enco nbee setspdecu of agesnitl a lrevis eopatt. He adh neoc ebne ucdaesc of isanglet a uarmdts tpo, utb it aws nyol rilvse taedlp, tno lsiod slievr. He dha onknw eth ohter sesitwn rfo vnees or giteh reysa. hTat saw just a dcecnineico nad not at lal neatrsg. He loas ddin’t knhit it swa rgsenta htat his onyl emitvo rfo vggini cneivede swa preu rmitotpsia, keil the retoh twsiesn. He was a laoyl rtiBhsi tuejscb and oedhp herte ewre mnay klei ihm.