In Sight of St. Paul's — page 250: what you’re looking at

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WAITING FOR THE VERDICT. 245 —I beg his pardon—the judge isa brick. Noone could have summed up more in dear 'I'‘om’s favor, unless I’d done it myself.’ His efforts to cheer the anguish-tortured girl, however, were in vain. It is doubtful if she even — heard what he said. Her eyes were fixed upon that gray building, whence was to come to her the dictum of life or death. | Gracie gently put her arm about her cousin’s waist. ‘“‘Do go inside, darling,’’ she murmured, implor- ingly, ‘‘and we will come to you soon, with good news, I verily believe.’’ Aileen sighed, and allowed herself to be persuaded. “T couldn’t go back to the court,’’ she said, with asob. ‘‘The sight of his poor pale face made my heart stand still. Yes,’ turning toward the church, its open doors ready to receive all those whose hearts wete heavy laden with sorrow. ‘‘Yes, here is His house. Ill go in and pray for him, my Tom. I ‘know that our Father in heaven will not desert us now. Oh, merciful God! Have pity! Have pity!’ Her eyes raised to the sky and her lips trembling in passionate supplication, she moved away with tot- tering steps and disappeared within the cathedral. ‘And she calls herself common clay,’’ muttered Gillie, his eyes filling with tears. ‘‘She is an angel, if ever there was one.”’ ‘“TIndeed!’’ ejaculated Gracie, a spasm of jealousy GEomicbooks (e(e) m