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The
court
was
paved
,
from
floor
to
roof
,
with
human
faces
.
Inquisitive
and
eager
eyes
peered
from
every
inch
of
space
.
From
the
rail
before
the
dock
,
away
into
the
sharpest
angle
of
the
smallest
corner
in
the
galleries
,
all
looks
were
fixed
upon
one
man
--
Fagin
.
Before
him
and
behind
:
above
,
below
,
on
the
right
and
on
the
left
:
he
seemed
to
stand
surrounded
by
a
firmament
,
all
bright
with
gleaming
eyes
.
He
stood
there
,
in
all
this
glare
of
living
light
,
with
one
hand
resting
on
the
wooden
slab
before
him
,
the
other
held
to
his
ear
,
and
his
head
thrust
forward
to
enable
him
to
catch
with
greater
distinctness
every
word
that
fell
from
the
presiding
judge
,
who
was
delivering
his
charge
to
the
jury
.
At
times
,
he
turned
his
eyes
sharply
upon
them
to
observe
the
effect
of
the
slightest
featherweight
in
his
favour
;
and
when
the
points
against
him
were
stated
with
terrible
distinctness
,
looked
towards
his
counsel
,
in
mute
appeal
that
he
would
,
even
then
,
urge
something
in
his
behalf
.
Beyond
these
manifestations
of
anxiety
,
he
stirred
not
hand
or
foot
.
He
had
scarcely
moved
since
the
trial
began
;
and
now
that
the
judge
ceased
to
speak
,
he
still
remained
in
the
same
strained
attitude
of
close
attention
,
with
his
gaze
ben
on
him
,
as
though
he
listened
still
.
A
slight
bustle
in
the
court
,
recalled
him
to
himself
.
Looking
round
,
he
saw
that
the
juryman
had
turned
together
,
to
consider
their
verdict
.
As
his
eyes
wandered
to
the
gallery
,
he
could
see
the
people
rising
above
each
other
to
see
his
face
:
some
hastily
applying
their
glasses
to
their
eyes
:
and
others
whispering
their
neighbours
with
looks
expressive
of
abhorrence
.
A
few
there
were
,
who
seemed
unmindful
of
him
,
and
looked
only
to
the
jury
,
in
impatient
wonder
how
they
could
delay
.
But
in
no
one
face
--
not
even
among
the
women
,
of
whom
there
were
many
there
--
could
he
read
the
faintest
sympathy
with
himself
,
or
any
feeling
but
one
of
all-absorbing
interest
that
he
should
be
condemned
.
As
he
saw
all
this
in
one
bewildered
glance
,
the
deathlike
stillness
came
again
,
and
looking
back
he
saw
that
the
jurymen
had
turned
towards
the
judge
.
Hush
!
They
only
sought
permission
to
retire
.
He
looked
,
wistfully
,
into
their
faces
,
one
by
one
when
they
passed
out
,
as
though
to
see
which
way
the
greater
number
leant
;
but
that
was
fruitless
.
The
jailed
touched
him
on
the
shoulder
.
He
followed
mechanically
to
the
end
of
the
dock
,
and
sat
down
on
a
chair
.
The
man
pointed
it
out
,
or
he
would
not
have
seen
it
.
He
looked
up
into
the
gallery
again
.
Some
of
the
people
were
eating
,
and
some
fanning
themselves
with
handkerchiefs
;
for
the
crowded
place
was
very
hot
.
There
was
one
young
man
sketching
his
face
in
a
little
note-book
.
He
wondered
whether
it
was
like
,
and
looked
on
when
the
artist
broke
his
pencil-point
,
and
made
another
with
his
knife
,
as
any
idle
spectator
might
have
done
.
In
the
same
way
,
when
he
turned
his
eyes
towards
the
judge
,
his
mind
began
to
busy
itself
with
the
fashion
of
his
dress
,
and
what
it
cost
,
and
how
he
put
it
on
.
There
was
an
old
fat
gentleman
on
the
bench
,
too
,
who
had
gone
out
,
some
half
an
hour
before
,
and
now
come
back
.
He
wondered
within
himself
whether
this
man
had
been
to
get
his
dinner
,
what
he
had
had
,
and
where
he
had
had
it
;
and
pursued
this
train
of
careless
thought
until
some
new
object
caught
his
eye
and
roused
another
.
Not
that
,
all
this
time
,
his
mind
was
,
for
an
instant
,
free
from
one
oppressive
overwhelming
sense
of
the
grave
that
opened
at
his
feet
;
it
was
ever
present
to
him
,
but
in
a
vague
and
general
way
,
and
he
could
not
fix
his
thoughts
upon
it
.
Thus
,
even
while
he
trembled
,
and
turned
burning
hot
at
the
idea
of
speedy
death
,
he
fell
to
counting
the
iron
spikes
before
him
,
and
wondering
how
the
head
of
one
had
been
broken
off
,
and
whether
they
would
mend
it
,
or
leave
it
as
it
was
.
Then
,
he
thought
of
all
the
horrors
of
the
gallows
and
the
scaffold
--
and
stopped
to
watch
a
man
sprinkling
the
floor
to
cool
it
--
and
then
went
on
to
think
again
.
