Her hand once unjustly placed upon a man, leaves an imprint of dishonour that can never be effaced.

She may perceive her error, and proclaim it aloud, but in vain! Public opinion, absurd and idiotic, will not pardon the man guilty of being suspected." It was with a sinking heart that the old fellow listened to these remarks.

He would not be withheld by such paltry considerations.
"Our suspicions are well grounded," continued the magistrate.

"But, should they lead us into error, our precipitation would be a terrible misfortune for this young man, to say nothing of the effect it would have in abridging the authority and dignity of justice, of weakening the respect which constitutes her power.

Such a mistake would call for discussion, provoke examination, and awaken distrust, at an epoch in our history when all minds are but too much disposed to defy the constituted authorities." He leaned upon the table, and appeared to reflect profoundly.
"I have no luck," thought old Tabaret.