During the first long week
of his trial, his uprightness, the manly beauty of his countenance,
and the general courage and tranquillity of his deportment had been
conspicuous. Whatever had been his fatigue, he had managed not to
show the outward signs of weariness. Whatever had been his fears,
no mark of fear had disfigured his countenance. He had never once
condescended to the exhibition of any outward show of effrontery.
Through six weary days he had stood there, supported by a manhood
sufficient for the terrible emergency. But now it seemed that at any
rate the outward grace of his demeanour had deserted him. But it was
known that he had been ill during the last few days, and it had been
whispered through the Court that he had not slept at nights. Since
the adjournment of the Court there had been bulletins as to his
health, and everybody knew that the confinement was beginning to tell
upon him.
On the present occasion the proceedings of the day were opened by the
Attorney-General, who began by apologising to the jury.
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