EARLE WAYNES NOBILITY

The judge’s keen ears caught the words, and his sharp eyes wandered again from her to the prisoner, a shade of uneasiness in their glance. He marked the pallor that had overspread his face, making him almost ghastly; the yearning, troubled look in the eyes now fixed so sadly upon the weeping girl; the firmly compressed lips and clenched hands, which told of a mighty effort at self-control and something whispered within him that the jury was at fault — that the evidence, though so clear and conclusive, was at fault and, since there could be no reprieve, to make the sentence as light as possible.FROME THE BOOK