The lawyers came in, picking their teeth or smoking.

The ladies were in Sunday dress, the young men were accompanied by their girls, as if the trial were a dramatic entertainment.

Those who failed of regaining their seats were much annoyed; others, more thrifty, had hired boys to keep their places for them during the noon hour, and others, still more determined, having brought lunches, had remained in their seats throughout the intermission, and were serene and satisfied.
Harold was brought back to his seat looking less haggard.

He was not afraid of sentence; on the contrary he longed to have the suspense end.
"I don't care what they do with me if they don't use up too much of my life," he said to Jack.

"I'll pound rock or live in a dungeon if it will only shorten my sentence.