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Sent 1: Mr. Thorndike had risen, and, in farewell, was holding out his hand to Andrews.
Sent 2: He turned, and across the court-room the eyes of the financier and the stenographer met.
Sent 3: At the sight of the great man, Spear flushed crimson, and then his look of despair slowly disappeared; and into his eyes there came incredulously hope and gratitude.
Sent 4: He turned his head suddenly to the wall.
Sent 5: Mr. Thorndike stood irresolute, and then sank back into his chair.
Sent 6: The first man in the line was already at the railing, and the questions put to him by the judge were being repeated to him by the other assistant district attorney and a court attendant.
Sent 7: His muttered answers were in turn repeated to the judge.
Sent 8: "Says he's married, naturalized citizen, Lutheran Church, die- cutter by profession." The probation officer, her hands filled with papers, bustled forward and whispered.
Sent 9: "Mrs. Austin says," continued the district attorney, "she's looked into this case, and asks to have the man turned over to her.
Sent 10: He has a wife and three children; has supported them for five years." "Is the wife in court?" the judge said.
Sent 11: A thin, washed-out, pretty woman stood up, and clasped her hands in front of her.
Sent 12: "Has this man been a good husband to you, madam?" asked the young judge.
Sent 13: The woman broke into vehement assurances.
Sent 14: No man could have been a better husband.
Sent 15: Would she take him back?
Sent 16: Indeed she would take him back.
Sent 17: She held out her hands as though she would physically drag her husband from the pillory.
Sent 18: The judge bowed toward the probation officer, and she beckoned the prisoner to her.