This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1922 edition. Excerpt: ... He did indeed confront the next day without flinching. It was to be his second ordeal in the court room. On Monday he had watched the jury being impaneled and sworn, and heard Judge Knowlton, a white-haired gentleman with quiet, leisurely manners, adjourn the court over Tuesday, saying that he had to ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1922 edition. Excerpt: ... He did indeed confront the next day without flinching. It was to be his second ordeal in the court room. On Monday he had watched the jury being impaneled and sworn, and heard Judge Knowlton, a white-haired gentleman with quiet, leisurely manners, adjourn the court over Tuesday, saying that he had to attend a funeral, and instructing jury and witnesses to be present at ten o'clock on Wednesday morning. The hour appointed thus found Salem in the dock, composed, not hopeful, but willing to believe that truth might prevail. Or so he felt for a moment, until bad air, the buzz which followed his appearance, and the host of watching eyes made his head swim. The court room was dark and small. The oldest public room in town, it had been a church, built during the days when faith came first in clearing a village out of the woods, afterward outgrown and desecrated. Along the gray side walls high narrow windows rose each to a point in a two-foot-deep recess. Men and boys, their feet dangling above the crowd, stuffed these little alcoves tightly so that no draft came in, though the lower panes had been swung open. Under the dangling boots all space was packed level with heads, close fitted, like black and white seeds in a sunflower. A thick, warm smell rose from old rubber matting in the aisles, a stale counter-irritant from old woodwork steeped in tobacco smoke. This might be the odor of the law, Salem thought vaguely, for as a boy he once had smelled it hanging about a lawyer's office. There were too many eyes for comfort. He tried to meet them, but they were too many, too fixed, and too hostile. Ignoring them therefore, Salem looked toward the judge, who impended aloft, waiting and rubbing his chin thoughtfully with slender fingers. He seemed a...
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