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Monks
was
plainly
disconcerted
,
and
alarmed
besides
.
He
hesitated
.
'
You
will
decide
quickly
,
'
said
Mr.
Brownlow
,
with
perfect
firmness
and
composure
.
'
If
you
wish
me
to
prefer
my
charges
publicly
,
and
consign
you
to
a
punishment
the
extent
of
which
,
although
I
can
,
with
a
shudder
,
foresee
,
I
can
not
control
,
once
more
,
I
say
,
for
you
know
the
way
.
If
not
,
and
you
appeal
to
my
forbearance
,
and
the
mercy
of
those
you
have
deeply
injured
,
seat
yourself
,
without
a
word
,
in
that
chair
.
It
has
waited
for
you
two
whole
days
.
'
Monks
muttered
some
unintelligible
words
,
but
wavered
still
.
'
You
will
be
prompt
,
'
said
Mr.
Brownlow
.
'
A
word
from
me
,
and
the
alternative
has
gone
for
ever
.
'
Still
the
man
hesitated
.
'
I
have
not
the
inclination
to
parley
,
'
said
Mr.
Brownlow
,
'
and
,
as
I
advocate
the
dearest
interests
of
others
,
I
have
not
the
right
.
'
'
Is
there
--
'
demanded
Monks
with
a
faltering
tongue
--
'
is
there
--
no
middle
course
?
'
'
None
.
'
Monks
looked
at
the
old
gentleman
,
with
an
anxious
eye
;
but
,
reading
in
his
countenance
nothing
but
severity
and
determination
,
walked
into
the
room
,
and
,
shrugging
his
shoulders
,
sat
down
.