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the sentence, therefore, and the judge before whom William Day appeared did not err on the side of mercy. The

t was filled with people to whom the priso

al standing before their eyes. The attraction of gazing at, of gloating upon, such a phenomenon was great. He had been a hectoring kind of man, walking very noisily among his fellows, taking to hims

lowly but with a dreadful look of appeal over the familiar faces. Over faces of tradespeople, with whom he had dealt; of clients for whom he had done business; of people with whom he had dined and whom he had entertained in return; of men who had dri

, that had waved greetings from window or pavement, that had ever been generous in giving, clung to the rail of the dock, the knuckles whitened with the

e; they longed to exonerate themselves, to say to him, "I, at least, had nothing to do with it. I am sorry, Wi

ng driven to prison his lawyer came to speak to him; the conf

orge Boult kept saying

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ch this chain from his waistcoat. His watch came out with it-a big watch, with a double gold case. He opened the outer case in an aimless way, mechanically, and for no object, it seemed,

William Day had listened to his heavy sentenc