The Convict Ship, Volume 1 (of 3)Russell, William Clark
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The Convict Ship, Volume 1 (of 3)
Russell, William Clark
Convict ships -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
The Court adjourned for lunch after the two seamen had given their
evidence; I remained in the court with my aunt. Mr. Johnstone came to
us, and I asked him what he thought the verdict would be.
‘Wait for it! Wait for it!’ he exclaimed, petulant with worry and
doubts. ‘Did not I tell Butler that he had heavily blundered in
over-insuring? And how well Rotch gave his evidence! How frank were the
devil’s admissions! Never a wink or a stutter with him from beginning
to end! But the twelve have yet to hear the sergeant. Keep up your
spirits, Marian!’ And he abruptly left us, but not without exchanging
a look with his wife. I caught that look, and my heart sank and turned
cold, as though the hand of death had grasped it.
When the Court reassembled, five witnesses were called to speak to
Tom’s character. It was shortly before four when the judge had finished
summing up. I had followed Sergeant Shee’s address with impassioned
attention, eagerly watching the faces of the jurymen as he spoke,
and detesting the judge for the sleepy air with which he listened
and the barristers at the table and the people round about for their
inattention and frequent whispers and passing of papers one to another
on business of their own, as though the drama of life or death to me
which had nearly filled the day had grown tiresome, and they were
waiting for the curtain. Then I had followed with a maddening conflict
of emotion, but with an ever-gaining feeling of sickness and faintness,
like to the sense of a poisoned and killing conviction slowly creeping
to the heart against its maddest current of hopes and protests--thus
had I listened to the address of the counsel for the prosecution who
replied upon the whole case; and now I listened to Mr. Justice Maule’s
summing-up, a tedious and inconclusive address. He made little of the
points which I believed he would have insisted upon. He talked like a
tired man, he retold the testimony, and I seemed to find a prejudice
against Tom throughout his delivery.
Then it was left to the jury, and the jury, after an absence of twenty
minutes, returned with the verdict of ‘Guilty’ against the prisoner.
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