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A city law court is not exactly the place in which to spend a happy day--unless you happen to be a lawyer engaged in a profitable case there--and Yorke, as he entered the stuffy, grimy, murky chamber, looked round with a feeling of surprise and grim interest.
Upon the bench sat the judge in a much-worn gown and a grubby wig. A barrister was drowsing away in the 'well' of the court, and his fellows were sleeping or stretching and yawning round him.