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To
this
,
it
must
be
added
,
that
life
in
a
wig
is
to
a
large
class
of
people
much
more
terrifying
and
impressive
than
life
with
its
own
head
of
hair
;
and
if
,
in
addition
to
these
considerations
,
there
be
taken
into
account
Kit
’
s
natural
emotion
on
seeing
the
two
Mr
Garlands
and
the
little
Notary
looking
on
with
pale
and
anxious
faces
,
it
will
perhaps
seem
matter
of
no
very
great
wonder
that
he
should
have
been
rather
out
of
sorts
,
and
unable
to
make
himself
quite
at
home
.
Although
he
had
never
seen
either
of
the
Mr
Garlands
,
or
Mr
Witherden
,
since
the
time
of
his
arrest
,
he
had
been
given
to
understand
that
they
had
employed
counsel
for
him
.
Therefore
,
when
one
of
the
gentlemen
in
wigs
got
up
and
said
‘
I
am
for
the
prisoner
,
my
Lord
,
’
Kit
made
him
a
bow
;
and
when
another
gentleman
in
a
wig
got
up
and
said
‘
And
I
’
m
against
him
,
my
Lord
,
’
Kit
trembled
very
much
,
and
bowed
to
him
too
.
And
didn
’
t
he
hope
in
his
own
heart
that
his
gentleman
was
a
match
for
the
other
gentleman
,
and
would
make
him
ashamed
of
himself
in
no
time
!
The
gentleman
who
was
against
him
had
to
speak
first
,
and
being
in
dreadfully
good
spirits
(
for
he
had
,
in
the
last
trial
,
very
nearly
procured
the
acquittal
of
a
young
gentleman
who
had
had
the
misfortune
to
murder
his
father
)
he
spoke
up
,
you
may
be
sure
;
telling
the
jury
that
if
they
acquitted
this
prisoner
they
must
expect
to
suffer
no
less
pangs
and
agonies
than
he
had
told
the
other
jury
they
would
certainly
undergo
if
they
convicted
that
prisoner
.
And
when
he
had
told
them
all
about
the
case
,
and
that
he
had
never
known
a
worse
case
,
he
stopped
a
little
while
,
like
a
man
who
had
something
terrible
to
tell
them
,
and
then
said
that
he
understood
an
attempt
would
be
made
by
his
learned
friend
(
and
here
he
looked
sideways
at
Kit
’
s
gentleman
)
to
impeach
the
testimony
of
those
immaculate
witnesses
whom
he
should
call
before
them
;
but
he
did
hope
and
trust
that
his
learned
friend
would
have
a
greater
respect
and
veneration
for
the
character
of
the
prosecutor
;
than
whom
,
as
he
well
knew
,
there
did
not
exist
,
and
never
had
existed
,
a
more
honourable
member
of
that
most
honourable
profession
to
which
he
was
attached
.
And
then
he
said
,
did
the
jury
know
Bevis
Marks
?
And
if
they
did
know
Bevis
Marks
(
as
he
trusted
for
their
own
character
,
they
did
)
did
they
know
the
historical
and
elevating
associations
connected
with
that
most
remarkable
spot
?
Did
they
believe
that
a
man
like
Brass
could
reside
in
a
place
like
Bevis
Marks
,
and
not
be
a
virtuous
and
most
upright
character
?
And
when
he
had
said
a
great
deal
to
them
on
this
point
,
he
remembered
that
it
was
an
insult
to
their
understandings
to
make
any
remarks
on
what
they
must
have
felt
so
strongly
without
him
,
and
therefore
called
Sampson
Brass
into
the
witness
-
box
,
straightway
.
Then
up
comes
Mr
Brass
,
very
brisk
and
fresh
;
and
,
having
bowed
to
the
judge
,
like
a
man
who
has
had
the
pleasure
of
seeing
him
before
,
and
who
hopes
he
has
been
pretty
well
since
their
last
meeting
,
folds
his
arms
,
and
looks
at
his
gentleman
as
much
as
to
say
‘
Here
I
am
—
full
of
evidence
—
Tap
me
!
’
And
the
gentleman
does
tap
him
presently
,
and
with
great
discretion
too
;
drawing
off
the
evidence
by
little
and
little
,
and
making
it
run
quite
clear
and
bright
in
the
eyes
of
all
present
.
Then
,
Kit
’
s
gentleman
takes
him
in
hand
,
but
can
make
nothing
of
him
;
and
after
a
great
many
very
long
questions
and
very
short
answers
,
Mr
Sampson
Brass
goes
down
in
glory
.
To
him
succeeds
Sarah
,
who
in
like
manner
is
easy
to
be
managed
by
Mr
Brass
’
s
gentleman
,
but
very
obdurate
to
Kit
’
s
.
In
short
,
Kit
’
s
gentleman
can
get
nothing
out
of
her
but
a
repetition
of
what
she
has
said
before
(
only
a
little
stronger
this
time
,
as
against
his
client
)
,
and
therefore
lets
her
go
,
in
some
confusion
.
Then
,
Mr
Brass
’
s
gentleman
calls
Richard
Swiveller
,
and
Richard
Swiveller
appears
accordingly
.
Now
,
Mr
Brass
’
s
gentleman
has
it
whispered
in
his
ear
that
this
witness
is
disposed
to
be
friendly
to
the
prisoner
—
which
,
to
say
the
truth
,
he
is
rather
glad
to
hear
,
as
his
strength
is
considered
to
lie
in
what
is
familiarly
termed
badgering
.
Wherefore
,
he
begins
by
requesting
the
officer
to
be
quite
sure
that
this
witness
kisses
the
book
,
then
goes
to
work
at
him
,
tooth
and
nail
.
‘
Mr
Swiveller
,
’
says
this
gentleman
to
Dick
,
when
he
had
told
his
tale
with
evident
reluctance
and
a
desire
to
make
the
best
of
it
:
‘
Pray
sir
,
where
did
you
dine
yesterday
?
’
—
‘
Where
did
I
dine
yesterday
?
’
—
‘
Aye
,
sir
,
where
did
you
dine
yesterday
—
was
it
near
here
,
sir
?
’
—
‘
Oh
to
be
sure
—
yes
—
just
over
the
way
.
’
—
‘
To
be
sure
.
Yes
.
Just
over
the
way
,
’
repeats
Mr
Brass
’
s
gentleman
,
with
a
glance
at
the
court
.
—
‘
Alone
,
sir
?
’
—
‘
I
beg
your
pardon
,
’
says
Mr
Swiveller
,
who
has
not
caught
the
question
—
‘
Alone
,
sir
?
’
repeats
Mr
Brass
’
s
gentleman
in
a
voice
of
thunder
,
‘
did
you
dine
alone
?
Did
you
treat
anybody
,
sir
?
Come
!
’
—
‘
Oh
yes
,
to
be
sure
—
yes
,
I
did
,
’
says
Mr
Swiveller
with
a
smile
.
—
‘
Have
the
goodness
to
banish
a
levity
,
sir
,
which
is
very
ill
-
suited
to
the
place
in
which
you
stand
(
though
perhaps
you
have
reason
to
be
thankful
that
it
’
s
only
that
place
)
,
’
says
Mr
Brass
’
s
gentleman
,
with
a
nod
of
the
head
,
insinuating
that
the
dock
is
Mr
Swiveller
’
s
legitimate
sphere
of
action
;
‘
and
attend
to
me
.
You
were
waiting
about
here
,
yesterday
,
in
expectation
that
this
trial
was
coming
on
.
You
dined
over
the
way
.
You
treated
somebody
.
Now
,
was
that
somebody
brother
to
the
prisoner
at
the
bar
?
’
—
Mr
Swiveller
is
proceeding
to
explain
—
‘
Yes
or
No
,
sir
,
’
cries
Mr
Brass
’
s
gentleman
—
‘
But
will
you
allow
me
—
’
—
‘
Yes
or
No
,
sir
’
—
‘
Yes
it
was
,
but
—
’
—
‘
Yes
it
was
,
’
cries
the
gentleman
,
taking
him
up
short
.
‘
And
a
very
pretty
witness
you
are
!
’
Down
sits
Mr
Brass
’
s
gentleman
.
Kit
’
s
gentleman
,
not
knowing
how
the
matter
really
stands
,
is
afraid
to
pursue
the
subject
.
Richard
Swiveller
retires
abashed
.
Judge
,
jury
and
spectators
have
visions
of
his
lounging
about
,
with
an
ill
-
looking
,
large
-
whiskered
,
dissolute
young
fellow
of
six
feet
high
.
The
reality
is
,
little
Jacob
,
with
the
calves
of
his
legs
exposed
to
the
open
air
,
and
himself
tied
up
in
a
shawl
.
Nobody
knows
the
truth
;
everybody
believes
a
falsehood
;
and
all
because
of
the
ingenuity
of
Mr
Brass
’
s
gentleman
.
