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hree little death throes. He nervously ordered Our Lady to
behave with decorumand the lawyer for the defense took the floor. With mincing little steps under his robe
(which were really like little farts)he came to the bar and addressed the Court. The Court smiledthat iswith
the smile imparted to the face by the austere choice (already made) bet [link widoczny dla zalogowanych][link widoczny dla zalogowanych]n the just and the unjustthe royal
rigor of the brow that knows the dividing line—that has seen clear and judged—and that condemns. The Court
was smiling. The faces were relaxing from the tension; the flesh was softening up again; little pouts were
venturedbutquickly startledwithdrew into their shells. The Court was pleasedquite pleased. The lawyer
was doing his utmost. He spoke volublyhis sentences went on and on. One felt that they had been born of
lightning and would peter out in tails of comets. He was mingling what he said were his childhood memories
(of his own childhoodin which he himself had been tempted by the Devil) with notions of pure law. Despite
such contactpure law r[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]ined pure andin the grey droolretained its hardcrystal brilliance. The lawyer
spoke first of being brought up in the gutterthe example of the streethungerthirst (my Godwas he going