1 Mr. Kirwin charged himself with every care of collecting witnesses and arranging my defence.
2 The trial began, and after the advocate against her had stated the charge, several witnesses were called.
3 My father and the rest of the family being obliged to attend as witnesses, I accompanied them to the court.
4 But I was not the witness of his grief, for I was lifeless and did not recover my senses for a long, long time.
5 I am not mad," I cried energetically; "the sun and the heavens, who have viewed my operations, can bear witness of my truth.
6 When I was about fifteen years old we had retired to our house near Belrive, when we witnessed a most violent and terrible thunderstorm.
7 He looked upon me, however, with some degree of severity, and then, turning towards my conductors, he asked who appeared as witnesses on this occasion.
8 Fortunately, as I spoke my native language, Mr. Kirwin alone understood me; but my gestures and bitter cries were sufficient to affright the other witnesses.
9 The examination, the presence of the magistrate and witnesses, passed like a dream from my memory when I saw the lifeless form of Henry Clerval stretched before me.
10 Several witnesses were called who had known her for many years, and they spoke well of her; but fear and hatred of the crime of which they supposed her guilty rendered them timorous and unwilling to come forward.