Juries don't condemn the like of him." Many agreed with the first speaker, but more with the last.
"Whoever believes that he'll be let off is a fool!" shouted some one.
"Just consider what he did, what he wished to do!" "He wanted to do a splendid thing!" Passionate discussion and wagering began.

It would have struck a keen observer that good broadcloth expected condemnation, while fustian and rags eagerly desired acquittal.

A big man of imposing presence asked in a loud tone, over the heads of the people, if anyone would bet him ten ducats that the wretch would hang.
A starved-looking little fellow declared himself willing to take up the bet.

The handsome man turned his head in its silk hat, and when he saw the starved, undersized creature, murmured sleepily, "He! he'll bet ten ducats with me! My dear sir, you'd better go home to your mother and ask her to give you a couple of pennies." Laughter followed; but it was interrupted.

The crowd swayed suddenly, as when a gust of wind passes over the surface of water.