Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte Southworth,
Self-Raised; Or, From the Depths
“ And Katie let go his coat.And with a bow to Judge Merlin and his party as he passed them, Sir Alexander left the room.The prisoners were removed—Faustina weeping, and the viscount affecting to sneer.Judge Merlin and Ishmael went forth arm-in-arm. Of late the old man needed the support of the young one in walking. Sorrow and anxiety, more than age and infirmity, had bowed and weakened him. As the friends walked on, their conversation turned on the case in hand."The magistrate seems disposed to be very lenient," said the judge, in a discontented tone of voice. ”
