A Fair Fraud — page 239: what you’re looking at

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228 A Fair Fraud had partaken freely of the excellent lunch that was provided for everybody when the proceedings had come to an end. Having esc ped Scot free himself, Mr Joseph Grigson shook off dull care, and wasted no more thought or pity upon the unhappy man whom his own stupidity had sent to his last account. He laughed, he talked, he ate and drank with the utmost cheerfulness and . satisfaction— he became rather noisy and vulgar towards the end of the repast, and was heard to crack sundry jokes, in the worst possible taste, concerning the victim of his blunder, quite undeterred by the reproving glances and heavy frowns of his justly-irritated host and scarcely less angry parent. After- wards, meeting Marion Blake in the hall, he taunted her offensively with the—as he sup- posed — mistaken opinion of the departed barrister. ‘So that lawyer chap was wrong, you see, miss! No wonder he was ashamed to show his face, and cut and run from the house! To think of his: telling me I was in for man- _ slaughter, and should be sent to prison! Such tommy-rot! It just shows what a pack of fools these lawyers all are! They know nothin’ of their own business — a set of ignorant asses, I call ’em.’ Mr Joseph Grigson’s speech seemed to ElOOO© 4 (G' O)