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of the court. After some gruff coughing and rubbing of his chin and signing with his hand, Jerry attracted the notice of Mr. Lorry, who had stood up to look for him, and who quietly nodded and sat down again. ¡¡¡¡"What's he got to do with the case?" asked the man he had spoken with. ¡¡¡¡"Blest if I know," said Jerry. ¡¡¡¡"What have you got to do with it, then, if a person may inquire?" ¡¡¡¡"Blest if I know that either," said Jerry. ¡¡¡¡The entrance of the Judge, and a consequent great stir and settling down in the court, stopped the dialogue. Presently, the dock became the central point of interest. Two gaolers, who had been standing there, went out, and the prisoner was brought in, and put to the bar. Everybody present, except the one wigged gentleman who looked at the ceiling, stared at him. All the human breath in the place, rolled at him, like a sea, or a wind,
or a fire. Eager faces strained round pillars and comers, to get a sight of him; spectators in back rows stood up, not to miss a hair of him; people on the floor of the court, laid their hands on the shoulders of the people before them, to help themselves, at anybody's cost, to a view of him- stood a-tiptoe, got upon ledges, stood upon