[The House of the Whispering Pines by Anna Katharine Green]@TWC D-Link bookThe House of the Whispering Pines BOOK THREE 99/185
I was anxious to know what I had to expect from them, in case my conscience got the better of my devotion to Carmel's interests and led me into that declaration of the real facts which was forever faltering on my tongue, without having, as yet, received the final impetus which could only end in speech. To give him his rightful precedence, the judge showed an impenetrable countenance but little changed from that with which he had faced us all from the start.
He, like most of the men involved in these proceedings, had been a close friend of the prisoner's father, and, in his capacity of judge in this momentous trial, had had to contend with his personal predilections, possibly with concealed sympathies, if not with equally well-concealed prejudices.
This had lent to his aspect a sternness never observable in it before; but no man, even the captious Mr.Moffat, had seriously questioned his rulings; and, whatever the cost to himself, he had, up to this time, held the scales of justice so evenly that it would have taken an audacious mind to have ventured on an interpretation of his real attitude or mental leaning in this case. From this imposing presence, nobly sustained by a well-proportioned figure and a head and face indicative of intellect and every kindly attribute, I turned to gaze upon Mr.Fox and his colleagues.
One spirit seemed to animate them--confidence in their case, and unqualified satisfaction at its present status. I was conscious of a certain ironic impulse to smile, as I noted the eager whisper and the bustle of preparation with which they settled upon their next witness and prepared to open their batteries upon him.
How easily I could call down that high look, and into what a turmoil I could throw them all by an ingenuous demand to be recalled to the stand! But the psychological moment had not yet come, and I subdued the momentary impulse and proceeded with my scrutiny of the people about me. The jury looked tired, with the exception of one especially alert little man who drank in even the most uninteresting details with avidity.
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