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If only he does not--. _[Listens again.]_ Ah, there he is. _[Goes into the hall and opens the outer door carefully.
"This is my son," said the old man; "his name's George.
Looking at the Jury and the turbulent audience, he might have thought that the usual order of things was reversed, and that the felons were trying the honest men.
The little word seemed to have turned a rapier point of his sensitiveness against this courteous and vigilant foe.
