There's not a man here that don't feel for you, and don't wish to offer you his respectful sympathy.

We know you--and I reckon we know what to think about you.

Gentlemen," he spoke with nasal deliberation, looking round the court, "I think that's so ?" A shout of consent--the shout of men deeply moved--went up.

Anderson, who had resumed his former attitude, appeared to take no notice, and the coroner resumed.
"I will now call on Mrs.Ginnell to give her evidence." The Irishwoman rose with alacrity--what she had to say held the audience.

The surly yet good-hearted creature was divided between her wish to do justice to the demerits of McEwen, whom she had detested, and her fear of hurting Anderson's feelings in public.