Pictures from English literature . c would pay to a guardian saintdescended for his safety; while Jeanie, hiding her own face with her other hand, weptbitterly. The solemn oath was administered by the judge, with an impressive ad-monition. After some ordinary questions, the prisoners counsel proceeded :— Pray, young woman, did you ask your sister any question when you observed herlooking unwell ? Take courage—speak I asked her, replied Jeanie, what ailed her. Very well—take your own time—and what was the answer she made? Jeanie was silent, and looked deadly pale. Take courage, young woma
Pictures from English literature . c would pay to a guardian saintdescended for his safety; while Jeanie, hiding her own face with her other hand, weptbitterly. The solemn oath was administered by the judge, with an impressive ad-monition. After some ordinary questions, the prisoners counsel proceeded :— Pray, young woman, did you ask your sister any question when you observed herlooking unwell ? Take courage—speak I asked her, replied Jeanie, what ailed her. Very well—take your own time—and what was the answer she made? Jeanie was silent, and looked deadly pale. Take courage, young woman/ said Fairbrother— I asked what your sister said ailedher when you inquired. Nothing, answered Jeanie, with a faint voice, which was yet heard distinctly in themost distant corner of the court-room. Fairbrothers countenance fell; but he immediately rallied. Nothing? True; youmean nothing zXjirst—but when you asked her again, did she not tell you what ailed her V Alack ! alack ! she never breathed word to me about Jeanie Deans. 105 A deep groan passed through the court. It was echoed by one deeper and moreagonised from the unfortunate father. The hope to which unconsciously, and in spiti ofhimself,he had still secretly clung, had now dissolved,and the venerable old man fell forwardsenseless on the floor of the court-house, with his head at the foot of his terrified daughti unfortunate prisoner, with impotent passion, strove with the guards betwixt whom shewas placed. Let me gang to my father !—I will gang to him—I will gang to him—he isdead—he is killed—I hae killed him ! she repeated in frenzied tones of grief, which thosewho heard them did not speedily forget. Even in this moment of agony and general confusion, Jeanie did not lose thatsuperiority which a deep and firm mind assures to its possessor under the most tryingcircumstances. He is my father—he is our father, she mildly repeated, to those who endeavoured toseparate them, as she stoop
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