I am willing to leave his cause in your hands.

It could be placed in no better.
"May it please your Honour, and gentlemen of the jury, I am done." If any one at that moment felt the arrow of death descending into his heart, it was not Arthur Cumberland.
XXXIV "STEADY!" I am a tainted wether of the flock, Meetest for death; the weakest kind of fruit Drops earliest to the ground, and so let me.
You cannot better be employ'd, Bassanio, Than to live still, and write my epitaph.
_Merchant of Venice_.
Why linger over the result.

Arthur Cumberland's case was won before Mr.
Fox arose to his feet.

The usual routine was gone through.

The district attorney made the most of the three facts which he declared inconsistent with the prisoner's innocence, just as Mr.Moffat said he would; but the life was gone from his work, and the result was necessarily unsatisfactory.
The judge's charge was short, but studiously impartial.