The Experiences of a Barrister, and Confessions of an Attorney by Samuel Warren
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And so the party, trunk and all, under the constable as conductor,
adjourned to the house of a magistrate in an adjacent street. There the matter seemed so clear a case of felony--robbery in a dwelling-house--that Harvey, all protestations to the contrary, was fully committed for trial at the ensuing March assizes, then but a few days distant. At the period at which these incidents occurred, I was a young man going on my first circuits. I had not as yet been honored with perhaps more than three or four briefs, and these only in cases so slightly productive of fees, that I was compelled to study economy in my excursions. Instead of taking up my residence at an inn when visiting ------, a considerable seaport, where the court held its sittings, I dwelt in lodgings kept by a widow lady, where, at a small expense, I could enjoy perfect quietness, free from interruption. On the evening after my arrival on the March circuit of the year 17--, I was sitting in my lodgings perusing a new work on criminal jurisprudence, when the landlady, after tapping at the door, entered my room. "I am sorry to trouble you, sir," said she; "but a lady has called to see you about a very distressing law case--very distressing indeed, and a very strange case it is too. Only, if you could be so good as to see her?" "Who is she?" "All I know about it is this: she is a Mrs. Harvey. She and her husband and children were to sail yesterday for Boston. All were on board except the husband; and he, on leaving the large hotel over the way, was taken |
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