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      The court was paved, from floor to roof, with human faces. Inquisitive1 and eager eyes peered from every inch of space. From the rail before the dock, away into the sharpest angle of the smallest corner in the galleries, all looks were fixed2 upon one man--Fagin.Before him and behind:above, below, on the right and on the left:he seemed to stand surrounded by a firmament3, all bright with gleaming eyes. He stood there, in all this glare of living light, with one hand resting on the wooden slab4 before him, the other held to his ear, forward to enable him to catch with greater distinctness every word that fell from the presiding judge, who was delivering his charge to the jury.At times, he turned his eyes sharply upon them to observe the effect of the slightest featherweight in his favour; and when the points against him were stated with terrible distinctness, looked towards his counsel, in mute appeal that he would, even then, urge something in his behalf.Beyond these manifestations6 of anxiety, he stirred not hand or foot.He had scarcely moved since the trial began; and now that the judge ceased to speak, he still remained in the same strained attitude of close attention, with his gaze bent7 on him, as though he listened still. A slight 8 in the court, recalled him to himself.Looking round, he saw that the juryman had turned together, to consider their verdict.As his eyes wandered to the gallery, he could see the people rising above each other to see his face:some hastily applying their glasses to their eyes:and others whispering their neighbours with looks expressive9 of abhorrence10.A few there were, who seemed unmindful of him, and looked only to the jury, in impatient wonder how they could delay.But in no one face--not even among the women, of whom there were many there--could he read the faintest sympathy with himself, or any feeling but one of all-absorbing interest that he should be condemned11. As he saw all this in one bewildered glance, the deathlike stillness came again, and looking back he saw that the jurymen had turned towards the judge.12! They only sought permission to retire. He looked, wistfully, into their faces, one by one when they passed out, as though to see which way the greater number leant; but that was fruitless.The jailer touched him on the shoulder. He followed mechanically to the end of the dock, and sat down on a chair.The man pointed13 it out, or he would not have seen it. He looked up into the gallery again.Some of the people were eating, and some fanning themselves with handkerchiefs; for the crowded place was very hot.There was one young man sketching14 his face in a little note-book.He wondered whether it was like, and looked on when the artist broke his pencil-point, and made another with his knife, as any idle spectator might have done. In the same way, when he turned his eyes towards the judge, itself with the fashion of his dress, and what it cost, and how he put it on.There was an old fat gentleman on the bench, too, who had gone out, some half an hour before, back.He wondered within himself whether this man had been to get his dinner, what he had had, and where he had had it; and pu another. Not that, all this time, his mind was, for an instant, free from one oppressive overwhelming sense of the grave that opened at his feet; it was ever present to him, but in a vague and general way, and he could not fix his thoughts upon it., even while he trembled, and turned burning hot at the idea of speedy death, he fell to counting the iron spikes15 before him, and wondering how the head of one had been broken off, and whether they would mend it, or leave it as it was.Then, he thought of all the horrors of the gallows16 and the scaffold--and stopped to watch a man sprinkling the floor to cool it--and then went on to think again. At length there was a cry of silence, and a breathless look from all towards the door.The jury returned, and passed him close. He could glean17 nothing from their faces; they might as well have been of stone.Perfect stillness ensued----not a breath-- shout, and another, and another, and then it echoed loud groans18, that gathered strength as they swelled19 out, like angry thunder.

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