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 nerve he had in his body seemed to be ticking furiously. "Besides," he added, in a hoarse whisper, "don't you see that if they are not called I shall get the last word with the jury, as the attorney is not in the case?"

"Pray, what is the use of that? What will that do for you?"

"You must wait and see," said the young man, with a red haze before his eyes.

"My dear fellow, I must insist on your calling the witnesses."

"It is impossible," said the young man, in a voice the solicitor could hardly hear.

"Really, you know, this is carrying things too far."

"I would to God," exclaimed the young advocate, with his voice breaking in the middle in the queerest manner, "you had never retained me at all!"

This outburst of petulance conferred upon the solicitor a renewed sense of the young man's situation.

"Well, well," he rejoined, with a certain kindness, "I suppose you must do as you please. A case is not over until a verdict's brought in. But the witnesses are here—if you change mind."

The young advocate turned his haggard face and bloodshot eyes upon his monitor, but his rejoinder, whatever its nature, was banished from his lips by the entrance of the judge. Almost in the same instant the prisoner was put up. She was called upon at once to plead to the indictment, "for that she was accused of the wilful murder of Thomas Henry Barron upon the 12th of September." In