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G a half-sovereign was extracted, and was laid upon the table by Sweeny.
The clerk, a well-dressed young gentleman, whose attitude had throughout
been one of the extremest aloofness, made an entry in his book with an
aggressively business-like air. "Well, that's all right," remarked Dr.
Lyden, getting lazily on his legs and looking round for his hat; "it's a
funny thing, but I notice that the defendant brought the exact sum
required into court with him." "I did! And I'm able to bring more than
it, thanks be to God!" said Sweeny fiercely, with all the offended pride
of his race. "I have two pounds here this minute--" "If that's the way
with ye, may be ye'd like us to put a bigger fine on ye!" broke in Mr.
Heraty hotly, in instant response to Sweeny's show of temper. Dr. Lyden
laughed for the first time. "Mr. Heraty's getting cross now, in the
latter end," he murmured explanatorily to the general public, while he
put on an overcoat, from the pocket of which protruded the Medusa coils
of a stethoscope. * * * * * Long before the arrival of the mail-car that
was to take us away, the loafers and the litigants had alike been
swallowed up, apparently by t