as she was so seen, it was impossible she could have been a living person.
[Here the people made a hum, and a good
deal of laughter, and the Court called for
silence, and when it was made]——
L. C. J. Why, Mr. Attorney, you might
save up this tale for a week; it will be
Christmas by that time, and you can frighten
your cook-maids with it [at which the people
laughed again, and the prisoner also, as it
seemed]. God, man, what are you prating
of—ghosts and Christmas jigs and tavern
company—and here is a man’s life at stake!
(To the prisoner): And you, sir, I would
have you know there is not so much occasion
for you to make merry neither. You were
not brought here for that, and if I know
Mr. Attorney, he has more in his brief than
he has shown yet. Go on, Mr. Attorney. I
need not, mayhap, have spoken so sharply,
but you must confess your course is something unusual.
Att. Nobody knows it better than I my lord:
