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Loitering on the way out of court not being allowed, Jerry heard

no more: but left them--so like each other in feature, so unlike

each other in manner--standing side by side, both reflected in

the glass above them.

An hour and a half limped heavily away in the thief-and-rascal

crowded passages below, even though assisted off with mutton pies

and ale. The hoarse messenger, uncomfortably seated on a form

after taking that refection, had dropped into a doze, when a loud

murmur and a rapid tide of people setting up the stairs that led

to the court, carried him along with them.

"Jerry! Jerry!" Mr. Lorry was already calling at the door when he

got there.

"Here, sir! It's a fight to get back again. Here I am, sir!"

Mr. Lorry handed him a paper through the throng. "Quick! Have you

got it?"

"Yes, sir."

Hastily written on the paper was the word "ACQUITTED."

"If you had sent the message, 'Recalled to Life,' again,"

muttered Jerry, as he turned, "I should have known what you

meant, this time."