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After some delay and demur, the door grudgingly turned on its hinges a very little way, and allowed Mr. Jerry Cruncher to squeeze himself into court. ¡¡¡¡"What's on?" he asked, in a whisper, of the man he found himself next to. ¡¡¡¡"Nothing yet." ¡¡¡¡"What's coming on?" ¡¡¡¡"The Treason case." ¡¡¡¡"The quartering one, eh?" ¡¡¡¡"Ah!" returned the man, with a relish; "he'll be drawn on a hurdle to be half hanged, and then he'll be taken down and sliced before his own face, and then his inside will be taken out and burnt while he looks on, and then his head will be chopped off, and he'll be cut into quarters. That's the sentence." ¡¡
of proviso. Oh! they'll find him guilty," said the other. "Don't you be afraid of that." ¡¡¡¡Mr. Cruncher's attention was here diverted to the door-keeper, whom he saw making his way to Mr. Lorry, with the note in his hand. Mr. Lorry sat at a table, among the gentlemen in wigs: not far from a wigged gentleman, the prisoner's counsel, who had a great bundle of papers before him: and nearly opposite another wigged gentleman with his hands in his pockets, whose whole attention, when Mr. Cruncher looked at him then or afterwards, seemed to be concentrated