My hand did the deed: I throttled her" (here he gave a scared look over his shoulder): "yes--I did it once and again: I took the crock of gold.

You may hang me now, Aunt Quarles." "My lurd, my lurd, this is a most irregular proceeding," urged Mr.
Sharp; "on the part of the prisoner--I, I crave pardon--on behalf of this most respectable and deluded gentleman, Mr.Simon Jennings, I contend that no one may criminate himself in this way, without the shadow of evidence to support such suicidal testimony.

Really, my lurd--" "Oh, sir, but my father may go free ?" earnestly asked Grace.

But Ben Burke's voice--I had almost written woice--overwhelmed them all: "Let me speak, judge, an't it please your honour, and take you notice, Master Horsehair.

You wan't ewidence, do you, beyond the man's confession: here, I'll give it you.