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AN AFRICAN MILLIONAIRE

it's him, Sey,' my brother-in-law whispered in my ear. (He said him, not he, because, whatever else Charles is, he is not a pedant; the English language as it is spoken by most educated
The prisoner.
men is quite good enough for his purpose.) 'I only wish it had been Sir Edward Easy. Easy's a man of the world, and a man of society; he would feel for a person in my position. He wouldn't allow these beasts of lawyers to badger and pester me. He would back his order. But Rhadamanth is one of your modern sort of judges, who make a merit of being what they call "conscientious," and won't hush up anything. I admit I'm afraid of him. I shall be glad when it's over.'

'Oh, you'll pull through all right,' I said in my capacity of secretary. But I didn't think it.

The judge took his seat. The prisoner was brought in. Every eye seemed bent upon him. He was neatly and plainly dressed, and, rogue though he was, I must honestly confess he looked at least a gentle-