— — —The dingy case proceeded in the dingy court; the rain slashed at the high-set window which gave a bleak light that gleamed on the polished bald head of the magistrate, from which the arteries stood out in dull purple cords, the gold pin in his satin cravat, and on the starched linen of his cuffs, as he fumbled with papers and his spectacles.
The prisoner stood upright in the dock, his back to the light which fell on his shoulders and stiff hair, which was dark yet bright, and left his face and the front of his person in shadow. His spirit seemed in shadow too, all his personality was so suppressed and veiled that he seemed a dummy standing in a suit of well-cut clothes. Not only all the colour, but all the fine contours seemed to have been wiped off his face, which appeared like a wa
