"Are they judging?" thought the mother, and the word seemed hollow
and empty as an earthen vessel. It seemed to make sport of her
fear of the terrible.
"They're a sort of dead body," she answered the old man.
"Don't fear; they're livening up."
She looked at them, and she actually saw something like a shadow
of uneasiness on the faces of the judges. Another man was already
speaking, a little lawyer with a sharp, pale, satiric face. He
spoke very respectfully:
"With all due respect, I permit myself to call the attention of the
court to the solid manner of the honorable prosecuting attorney, to
the conduct of the safety department, or, as such people are called
in common parlance, spies----"
The judge with the green face again began to whisper something to
the president. The prosecuting attorney jumped up. The lawyer
continued without changing his voice:
"The spy Gyman tells us about the witness: 'I frightened him.'
The prosecuting attorney also, as the court has heard, frightened
witnesses; as a result of which act, at the insistence of the
defense, he called forth a rebuke from the presiding judge."
The prosecuting attorney began to speak quickly and angrily; the
old judge followed suit; the lawyer listened to them respectfully,
inclining his head.
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