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the manner of the young legal d茅butant; they could detect nothing of the sort. He made his opening speech with consummate clearness and composure; and 鏉窞妗戞嬁娲嬪 he examined and cross-examined witnesses, quoted authorities, took exceptions, and made points, with a quiet

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ease, and even, at times, with a touch of listlessness, that argued excellent training and profound knowledge.

Perhaps his quietude of manner was the more 鏉窞瓒崇枟鎸夋懇涓嶆瑙勭殑 perfect, that a slight cloud hung on his brow, all through the two days of the trial; though his observers were too little acquainted with the wonted expression of his face to discover it. Not till he rose to make his final speech did the shadow lift. Then, indeed, the spectators noticed 鏉窞榫欏嚖濞变箰鍦板浘璁哄潧 a change. He had spoken but a few sentences, when his eyes kindled, his brow cleared, his voice gathered fulness and melody, he forgot himself and his doubt in the glow of an irresistible inspiration, in the glad exercise of a natural gift of oratory so wondrous, so unexpected, and so potent,鏉窞妗戞嬁鎸夋懇濂崇収鐗? that court and spectator were alike taken by storm. Only in dim tradition had such a speech ever been heard in that court room,鈥攕o fluent, so animated, so skilfully throwing an ideal grace around dry, bare legal facts, without dimming their outline or destroying 鏉窞鍏荤敓浼氭墍鍝鏈嶅姟濂?their logical connection. People held their breath to listen, unwilling to lose one delicate shade of thought, one fit, luminous expression. Two or three times, the judge was forced to suppress outbursts of applause, in which, nevertheless, his pleased and interested face concurred; and 鏉窞榫欏嚖璁哄潧Vip when Bergan took his seat, gray-headed lawyers stretched their hands across the table in hearty congratulation.

A verdict for his client was almost immediately rendered. Then he stepped out into the crowd, to be met on all sides by extended hands and enthusiastic compliments. People that had always studiously avoided him, now sought to catch his eye; gentlemen who had never vouchsafed him more than a stiff nod, now waited to give him a friendly hand-grasp and a few congratulatory words. One of the magnates of the neighborhood publicly stamped him, 鏉窞鍏荤敓spa as it were, with the seal of his high approbation, by engaging him for a few moments in conversation, and then parting from him with an intimation that he might expect an early invitation to dinner.

Turning away from the dog-day smile of this personage,鈥攍ate and sultry,鈥擝ergan encountered 鏉窞瓒虫荡鎸夋懇浼氭墍 the meaning gaze of a pair of blear eyes.

“Sudden change of weather,” remarked Dick Causton, dryly. “‘it never rains but it pours.’ You are in a heavy shower, Mr. Arling.”

And with unwonted consideration, Dick waited till Bergan had passed on, before he muttered, “In 鏉窞娲楁荡娑堣垂 picciol tempo passa ogni gran pioggia,鈥攁 heavy shower is soon over.”

Dr. Remy came next. “I never sing in chorus,” said he, shrugging his shoulders, and putting his hands behind him; “I shall keep my compliments for a day of dearth. But what a weathercock is public opinion!”

Yet the 鏉窞瓒虫荡娌瑰帇璁哄潧change was not altogether so sudden and radical as it appeared. Bergan’s upright, independent course of conduct, so quietly persisted in, throu