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In
the
meantime
,
Clyde
,
in
spite
of
both
Belknap
's
and
Jephson
's
preliminary
precautions
,
was
already
feeling
stiff
and
chill
and
bloodless
.
For
,
decidedly
,
as
he
could
feel
,
this
audience
was
inimical
.
And
amid
this
closely
pressing
throng
,
as
he
now
thought
,
with
an
additional
chill
,
there
must
be
the
father
and
mother
,
perhaps
also
the
sisters
and
brothers
,
of
Roberta
,
and
all
looking
at
him
,
and
hoping
with
all
their
hearts
,
as
the
newspapers
during
the
weeks
past
informed
him
,
that
he
would
be
made
to
suffer
for
this
.
And
again
,
all
those
people
of
Lycurgus
and
Twelfth
Lake
,
no
one
of
whom
had
troubled
to
communicate
with
him
in
any
way
,
assuming
him
to
be
absolutely
guilty
,
of
course
--
were
any
of
those
here
?
Jill
or
Gertrude
or
Tracy
Trumbull
,
for
instance
?
Or
Wynette
Phant
or
her
brother
?
She
had
been
at
that
camp
at
Bear
Lake
the
day
he
was
arrested
.
His
mind
ran
over
all
the
social
personages
whom
he
had
encountered
during
the
last
year
and
who
would
now
see
him
as
he
was
--
poor
and
commonplace
and
deserted
,
and
on
trial
for
such
a
crime
as
this
.
And
after
all
his
bluffing
about
his
rich
connections
here
and
in
the
west
.
For
now
,
of
course
,
they
would
believe
him
as
terrible
as
his
original
plot
,
without
knowing
or
caring
about
his
side
of
the
story
--
his
moods
and
fears
--
that
predicament
that
he
was
in
with
Roberta
--
his
love
for
Sondra
and
all
that
she
had
meant
to
him
.
They
would
n't
understand
that
,
and
he
was
not
going
to
be
allowed
to
tell
anything
in
regard
to
it
,
even
if
he
were
so
minded
.
And
yet
,
because
of
the
advice
of
Belknap
and
Jephson
,
he
must
sit
up
and
smile
,
or
at
least
look
pleasant
and
meet
the
gaze
of
every
one
boldly
and
directly
.
And
in
consequence
,
turning
,
and
for
the
moment
feeling
absolutely
transfixed
.
For
there
--
God
,
what
a
resemblance
!
--
to
the
left
of
him
on
one
of
those
wall
benches
,
was
a
woman
or
girl
who
appeared
to
be
the
living
image
of
Roberta
!
It
was
that
sister
of
hers
--
Emily
--
of
whom
she
had
often
spoken
--
but
oh
,
what
a
shock
!
His
heart
almost
stopped
.
It
might
even
be
Roberta
!
And
transfixing
him
with
what
ghostly
,
and
yet
real
,
and
savage
and
accusing
eyes
!
And
next
to
her
another
girl
,
looking
something
like
her
,
too
--
and
next
to
her
that
old
man
,
Roberta
's
father
--
that
wrinkled
old
man
whom
he
had
encountered
that
day
he
had
called
at
his
farm
door
for
information
,
now
looking
at
him
almost
savagely
,
a
gray
and
weary
look
that
said
so
plainly
:
"
You
murderer
!
You
murderer
!
"
And
beside
him
a
mild
and
small
and
ill
-
looking
woman
of
about
fifty
,
veiled
and
very
shrunken
and
sunken
-
eyed
,
who
,
at
his
glance
dropped
her
own
eyes
and
turned
away
,
as
if
stricken
with
a
great
pain
,
not
hate
.
Her
mother
--
no
doubt
of
it
.
Oh
,
what
a
situation
was
this
!
How
unthinkably
miserable
!
His
heart
fluttered
.
His
hands
trembled
.
So
now
to
stay
himself
,
he
looked
down
,
first
at
the
hands
of
Belknap
and
Jephson
on
the
table
before
him
,
since
each
was
toying
with
a
pencil
poised
above
the
pad
of
paper
before
them
,
as
they
gazed
at
Mason
and
whoever
was
in
the
jury
box
before
him
--
a
foolish-looking
fat
man
now
.
What
a
difference
between
Jephson
's
and
Belknap
's
hands
--
the
latter
so
short
and
soft
and
white
,
the
former
's
so
long
and
brown
and
knotty
and
bony
.
And
Belknap
's
pleasant
and
agreeable
manner
here
in
court
--
his
voice
--
"
I
think
I
will
ask
the
juror
to
step
down
"
--
as
opposed
to
Mason
's
revolver
-
like
"
Excused
!
"
or
Jephson
's
slow
and
yet
powerful
,
though
whispered
,
"
Better
let
him
go
,
Alvin
.
Nothing
in
him
for
us
.
"
And
then
all
at
once
Jephson
saying
to
him
:
"
Sit
up
!
Sit
up
!
Look
around
!
Do
n't
sag
down
like
that
.
Look
people
in
the
eye
.
Smile
naturally
,
Clyde
,
if
you
're
going
to
smile
at
all
,
just
look
'em
in
the
eye
.
They
're
not
going
to
hurt
you
.
They
're
just
a
lot
of
farmers
out
sightseeing
.
"
But
Clyde
,
noting
at
once
that
several
reporters
and
artists
were
studying
and
then
sketching
or
writing
of
him
,
now
flushed
hotly
and
weakly
,
for
he
could
feel
their
eager
eyes
and
their
eager
words
as
clearly
as
he
could
hear
their
scratching
pens
.
And
all
for
the
papers
--
his
blanching
face
and
trembling
hands
--
they
would
have
that
down
--
and
his
mother
in
Denver
and
everybody
else
there
in
Lycurgus
would
see
and
read
--
how
he
had
looked
at
the
Aldens
and
they
had
looked
at
him
and
then
he
had
looked
away
again
.
Still
--
still
--
he
must
get
himself
better
in
hand
--
sit
up
once
more
and
look
about
--
or
Jephson
would
be
disgusted
with
him
.
And
so
once
more
he
did
his
best
to
crush
down
his
fear
,
to
raise
his
eyes
and
then
turn
slightly
and
look
about
.
But
in
doing
so
,
there
next
to
the
wall
,
and
to
one
side
of
that
tall
window
,
and
just
as
he
had
feared
,
was
Tracy
Trumbull
,
who
evidently
because
of
the
law
interest
or
his
curiosity
and
what
not
--
no
pity
or
sympathy
for
him
,
surely
--
had
come
up
for
this
day
anyhow
,
and
was
looking
,
not
at
him
for
the
moment
,
thank
goodness
,
but
at
Mason
,
who
was
asking
the
fat
man
some
questions
.
And
next
to
him
Eddie
Sells
,
with
nearsighted
eyes
equipped
with
thick
lenses
of
great
distance-power
,
and
looking
in
Clyde
's
direction
,
yet
without
seeing
him
apparently
,
for
he
gave
no
sign
.
Oh
,
how
trying
all
this
!
And
five
rows
from
them
again
,
in
another
direction
,
Mr.
and
Mrs.
Gilpin
,
whom
Mason
had
found
,
of
course
.
And
what
would
they
testify
to
now
?
His
calling
on
Roberta
in
her
room
there
?
And
how
secret
it
had
all
been
?
That
would
be
bad
,
of
course
.
And
of
all
people
,
Mr.
and
Mrs.
