The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 218: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XXII WHO IS THE CULPRIT? PUNCTUALLY at four o’clock on this day of many and startling incidents, the case of Rose Foster was called on again at the police office in Bow Street; and the young girl once more entered the dock with a firm step. Her counte- nance was composed, though very pale; but a slight tint of the rose appeared softly on that colourless purity of the lily as she received an encouraging look from Counsellor Sharply as he entered the little box, or pew, on the right. hand side of the magistrate. For in that rapid and only just perceptible glance the orphan read a certain satisfaction on the part of the barrister which convinced her that he entertained a good opinion of her case; and thus to a soul already fortified by conscious innocence was the anodyne of hope imparted, — that hope which resembles the dew that falls so gently, so silently, and yet so refreshingly upon the withering, half-blighted flower. The look which Rose threw timidly around the court. showed her that it was as densely crowded as in the earlier part of the day; but two circumstances instantaneously struck her as significant, — for in such a situation the veriest trifle assumes an importance which on ordinary occasions would be totally overlooked. The first was that Arthur Eaton no longer enjoyed the distinction of occupying a seat near the magistrate, but was placed in the body of the court, between the dock and the bench; and the other circumstance above alluded to was that neither Mr. Be Grumley nor his factotum Mobbs was present. ‘‘ What course are you now about to pursue, Mr. Sharply?’”’ inquired the magistrate, by way of reopening the proceedings. ‘¢ | purpose to begin by asking the Honourable Mr. Eaton 188 connichooks.