But human nature is a queer thing, he admits; sometimes jurors are unaccountably swayed, be as careful as you can in choosing them.
It was four weary days before this jury was made up, but when it was finally complete, it did great credit to the counsel for the defence.
So far as Mr.Braham knew, only two could read, one of whom was the foreman, Mr.Braham's friend, the showy contractor.

Low foreheads and heavy faces they all had; some had a look of animal cunning, while the most were only stupid.

The entire panel formed that boasted heritage commonly described as the "bulwark of our liberties." The District Attorney, Mr.McFlinn, opened the case for the state.

He spoke with only the slightest accent, one that had been inherited but not cultivated.

He contented himself with a brief statement of the case.
The state would prove that Laura Hawkins, the prisoner at the bar, a fiend in the form of a beautiful woman, shot dead George Selby, a Southern gentleman, at the, time and place described.