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But
there
is
little
doubt
entertained
of
it
.
Several
circumstances
--
independent
of
each
other
--
have
united
to
confirm
it
;
and
all
believe
that
the
foul
deed
has
been
done
--
as
firmly
as
if
they
had
been
eye-witnesses
of
the
act
.
They
only
wait
to
be
told
the
details
;
to
learn
the
how
,
and
the
when
,
and
the
wherefore
.
*
*
*
Ten
o'clock
,
and
the
Court
is
in
session
.
There
is
not
much
change
in
the
composition
of
the
crowd
;
only
that
a
sprinkling
of
military
uniforms
has
become
mixed
with
the
more
sober
dresses
of
the
citizens
.
The
soldiers
of
the
garrison
have
been
dismissed
from
morning
parade
;
and
,
free
to
take
their
recreation
for
the
day
,
have
sought
it
among
the
ranks
of
the
civilian
spectators
.
There
stand
they
side
by
side
--
soldiers
and
citizens
--
dragoons
,
riflemen
,
infantry
,
and
artillery
,
interspersed
among
planters
,
hunters
,
horse-dealers
,
and
desperate
adventurers
,
having
just
heard
the
"
Oyez
!
"
of
the
Court
crier
--
grotesquely
pronounced
"
O
yes
!
"
--
determined
to
stand
there
till
they
hear
the
last
solemn
formulary
from
the
lips
of
the
judge
:
"
May
God
have
mercy
on
your
soul
!
"
There
is
scarce
one
present
who
does
not
expect
ere
night
to
listen
to
this
terrible
final
phrase
,
spoken
from
under
the
shadow
of
that
sable
cap
,
that
denotes
the
death
doom
of
a
fellow
creature
.
There
may
be
only
a
few
who
wish
it
.
But
there
are
many
who
feel
certain
,
that
the
trial
will
end
in
a
conviction
;
and
that
ere
the
sun
has
set
,
the
soul
of
Maurice
Gerald
will
go
back
to
its
God
!
*
*
*
The
Court
is
in
session
.
