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"
Gentlemen
of
the
jury
!
I
shall
not
deny
,
that
this
was
the
impression
on
my
mind
when
I
saw
who
it
was
"
I
was
determined
there
should
be
no
concealment
--
no
cowardly
shrinking
on
my
part
.
I
was
not
conscious
of
having
committed
crime
.
True
I
had
met
his
sister
clandestinely
;
but
that
was
the
fault
of
others
--
not
mine
--
not
hers
.
I
loved
her
with
a
pure
honest
passion
,
and
with
my
whole
heart
.
I
am
not
afraid
to
confess
it
.
In
the
same
way
I
love
her
still
!
"
Louise
Poindexter
,
seated
in
her
carriage
behind
the
outer
circle
of
spectators
,
is
not
so
distant
from
the
speaker
,
nor
are
the
curtains
so
closely
drawn
,
but
that
she
can
hear
every
word
passing
from
his
lips
.
Despite
the
sadness
of
her
heart
,
a
gleam
of
joy
irradiates
her
countenance
,
as
she
listens
to
the
daring
declaration
.
It
is
but
the
echo
of
her
own
;
and
the
glow
that
comes
quickly
to
her
cheeks
is
not
shame
,
but
the
expression
of
a
proud
triumph
.
She
makes
no
attempt
to
conceal
it
.
Rather
does
she
appear
ready
to
spring
up
from
her
seat
,
rush
towards
the
man
who
is
being
tried
for
the
murder
of
her
brother
,
and
with
the
abandon
that
love
alone
can
impart
,
bid
defiance
to
the
boldest
of
his
accusers
!
If
the
signs
of
sorrow
soon
reappear
,
they
are
no
longer
to
be
traced
to
jealousy
.
Those
sweet
ravings
are
well
remembered
,
and
can
now
be
trusted
as
truth
.
They
are
confirmed
by
the
confession
of
restored
reason
--
by
the
avowal
of
a
man
who
may
be
standing
on
the
stoup
of
death
,
and
can
have
no
earthly
motive
for
a
deception
such
as
that
!
If
the
last
speech
has
given
satisfaction
to
Louise
Poindexter
,
there
are
few
who
share
it
with
her
.
Upon
most
of
the
spectators
it
has
produced
an
impression
of
a
totally
different
character
.
It
is
one
of
the
saddest
traits
of
our
ignoble
nature
;
to
feel
pain
in
contemplating
a
love
we
can
not
share
--
more
especially
when
exhibited
in
the
shape
of
a
grand
absorbing
passion
.
The
thing
is
not
so
difficult
of
explanation
.
We
know
that
he
,
or
she
,
thus
sweetly
possessed
,
can
feel
no
interest
in
ourselves
.
