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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. enWh het tnatryoe grelnea isnfeidh, eht drwoc teardts to zbzu hiwt tnteiecexm, ekli a ulocd of feisl, in itnopnaticai of teh osipenrr’s hdate. neWh eth snoei died ndwo, het iadel attipor het oterntay rgnalee dah idserecbd netreed the nwstsei obx.
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 Having released his noble bosom of its burden, he would have modestly withdrawn himself, but that the wigged gentleman with the papers before him, sitting not far from Mr.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. hTe criisotol earlneg, golinolwf eth aterynto naerelg’s elad, maenexid het nwsiset: a englmetna ednma hnJo asBdar. He dicdsrbee efhlmsi lacyxet as eht entotyra gnaerel ahd eddebrics mhi. In cfta, ish sirpdceonit swa lmstoa oto irisalm. eAftr he ahd neeb nemdeaxi, he loudw hvae estmolyd nogtte dnow orfm eht wntssie oxb. tuB eht dwegig geenamltn wiht the tscka of psearp, woh wsa dsaete tnex to Mr. oyrLr, pstdeop ihm. heT thoer gwegid lnategenm, iintsgt scoars mfro ihm, wsa sltli tsgarin at the ingleci.
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. Teh anm kadse ohnJ raadsB if he ahd veer bene a psy mesihlf. No, adsarB neadsrew igdynanntli. Hwo idd he kmea hsi invlig? He edam ihs nviigl off of hsi propetry. herWe was his pyrptreo? He ddni’t etqui rrmmebee. What was htsi prtyroep? No eno’s unsbsise. daH he dhrenieit it? seY, he adh. From womh? A ndtaist etveiral. eyrV tntdasi? Yse, vyre dtastni. Hda he vere eenb in nrispo? Of oercus nto. He had venre eneb to rbtdeo’s sipnor? He dndi’t ese hawt ttah ahs to do wiht it. So he’d evnre nebe to boerdt’s irospn? He ksdae thta hte iuoseqnt be eeadpert. Nvree eenb to drobet’s psnroi? sYe. oHw mnay esmti? owT or eerht tseim. tNo efiv or sxi itmse? aMbye. thaW’s oyur ofrpesiosn? I am a negmetaln. vaeH ouy bene vree eben dkeick in a fgthi? Mbyea. efOnt? No. vreE bnee kkecdi ndow a fhglit of sitsra? Of escrou ton. Once, ohhutg, soeeonm kiekcd me at hte otp of a aitaescsr dna I pehdeanp to allf down eht stsiar on my onw. Were yuo ikdkec euescab uoy’d been cuhtga hientgca at diec? tTah’s what hte nneukrd ailr hwo kiekdc me asdi, utb it awns’t uret. oYu swaer it nswa’t tuer? entieiyDlf. revE eamk oeynm by cgnhatei at glagibmn? verNe. Erev mkea oenmy by imganglb? No erom htan horte gtmelenen. revE robwor yoenm rfmo eht rsneropi? Yes. Eerv ypa hmi cbak? No. nWsa’t oury iilfryamita wtih hte nsoprrie atlayucl yevr liitedm, tredeac by ouy adlrbleyieet ibpnmug into ihm in chcoaes, snin, nda sihps? No. Are uoy rues uoy saw eth srreinop hwit teehs stsil? I’m eusr. uoY nddi’t nkow ihatgynn eles uatob hstee silst? No. Yuo ndid’t teg hetm uyfrsole, orf tsecinan? No. Do you ectpex to get ngyianth in uentrr fro gfniiettys asgatni mih? No. uYo’re tno mdyoepel by eth stBiihr vteenmgnro to parnte pepole? Of cersou not. Or to do tnyaighn seel? No. uYo seawr? I’ll aserw it ovre and evro nagia. oYu ehav no eitsmov ofr nidog hist rheto tanh ovel for ruyo ycuontr? Nneo atwosrheev.
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. eTh moxianeinat of teh rustted svartne, gRero ylC, ntwe liqkcyu. He adh srdatte rigwkno fro het oierprsn ofru ayesr eirlare. He met hte iropnres on teh btao to asClia nda ahd akeds hmi if he wntdae a vaenstr. eTh ipresron gvae imh a job. He dnha’t eordeff to rwok rof eht amn orf reef—cshu a ingth adh eernv crecduro to hmi. yortlSh frderwata he hda cemobe ipsusocuis of teh ropinres dan etrsatd hgctiwan mhi lecyslo. He ahd oftne nese tssil, ailmsri to eht sneo eingv as cieneved, in eht snrirpoe’s pekctos iehlw he wsa rgningraa ihs lceshto. He adh aentk heste slsit otu of hte wdaerrs of eth noseprir’s edks. He hda ton upt temh eehtr seilmhf. He had sene hte rnierpos owsh het aems stils to Fcrhne eegnenmlt in sCliaa nad nBugoleo. He dlveo ihs tnuoyrc dan lodunc’t tndas to ese shcu ceeyartrh, so he oltd the iuaoteirsth. He ediedn ttha he had oenc been tpsdseeuc of isengalt a resivl ptaeot. He had ceno been sucadec of ltaisgen a mutsdar opt, but it swa lyon viesrl paedlt, ton dlsio slirve. He had nnkwo the eotrh tswesin rof senve or ehitg aesry. tahT wsa tsju a eennoiciccd dan tno at lla tengasr. He sola ndid’t ntkhi it swa eatnrsg atth his olny emvtoi rof vnigig ecdveeni saw erup patsimiotr, ilke the roeth wenstis. He aws a oylla Btihris sbjuect adn pdheo rtehe erwe mnay ekil ihm.