And when Mr.Wood's daughter,--to whom, I've heard tell, he was attached years ago,--was brought up, his courage forsook him altogether, and he trembled, and could scarcely stand.

Poor young lady! _She_ trembled too, and was unable to give her evidence.
When sentence was passed there wasn't a dry eye in the court." "Yes, there was one," observed Ireton.
"I guess who you mean," rejoined Shotbolt.

"Mr.Wild's." "Right," answered Ireton.

"It's strange the antipathy he bears to Sheppard.

I was standing near Jack at that awful moment, and beheld the look Wild fixed on him.