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There
are
few
who
can
interpret
it
.
But
among
these
,
is
the
prisoner
himself
;
who
,
observing
both
the
lady
and
the
look
,
feels
a
proud
thrill
passing
through
his
soul
,
that
almost
compensates
for
the
humiliation
he
is
called
upon
to
undergo
.
It
is
enough
to
make
him
,
for
the
time
,
forget
the
fearful
position
in
which
he
is
placed
.
For
the
moment
,
it
is
one
of
pleasure
.
He
has
been
told
of
much
that
transpired
during
those
dark
oblivious
hours
.
He
now
knows
that
what
he
had
fancied
to
be
only
a
sweet
,
heavenly
vision
,
was
a
far
sweeter
reality
of
earth
.
That
woman
's
face
,
shining
dream-like
over
his
couch
,
was
the
same
now
seen
through
the
curtains
of
the
calèche
;
and
the
expression
upon
it
tells
him
:
that
among
the
frowning
spectators
he
has
one
friend
who
will
be
true
to
the
end
--
even
though
it
be
death
!
The
trial
begins
.
There
is
not
much
ceremony
in
its
inception
.
The
judge
takes
off
his
hat
strikes
a
lucifer-match
;
and
freshly
ignites
his
cigar
.
After
half
a
dozen
draws
,
he
takes
the
"
weed
"
from
between
his
teeth
,
lays
it
still
smoking
along
the
table
,
and
says
--
"
Gentlemen
of
the
jury
!
We
are
here
assembled
to
try
a
case
,
the
particulars
of
which
are
,
I
believe
,
known
to
all
of
you
.
A
man
has
been
murdered
,
--
the
son
of
one
of
our
most
respected
citizens
;
and
the
prisoner
at
the
bar
is
accused
of
having
committed
the
crime
.
It
is
my
duty
to
direct
you
as
to
the
legal
formalities
of
the
trial
.
It
is
yours
to
decide
--
after
hearing
the
evidence
to
be
laid
before
you
--
whether
or
not
the
accusation
be
sustained
.
"
The
prisoner
is
asked
,
according
to
the
usual
formality
,
--
"
Guilty
,
or
not
guilty
?
"
