Stryver brings many of cases before me, and to most I am indifferent, the Darnay one being no exception to this. Countless people have come to Stryver and I claiming to have been falsely accused, and more times than less, they end up convicted regardless of their said "innocence". Old Bailey was chaotic as per usual today. Nowadays the people of London will swarm to where ever they hear the word of death uttered- which often makes the courtroom a place of hysterics. It is the cheapest form of entertainment to watch someone endangered while you spectate from safety, and as a man of the law, I can firmly say I do not enjoy taking part in it. …show more content…
After staring at the damn man for far too long, I came to the conclusion he looked utterly similar to me. It was as if I had been looking into the mirror, and like most times I look into a mirror myself, I don't care for what I see. We may share the same physical appearance: dark eyes, dark hair pulled back into a ribbon, tanned skin. Though he sits up straighter than I do, he smiles more than I do and he speaks with carefully chosen words more than I do, even when my own career revolves around on how I plan to …show more content…
Dr. Manette and his daughter, Miss Lucie Manette were in attendance at this trial due to being requested to testify.
Miss Manette is the woman I speak of when I referred to affections. The way she so caringly stared at Darnay as my own eyes picked him to pieces- enough to make my jaw clench. It was so obvious that her, a fair young woman of fine beauty, truly wanted to see his safety, even if the trial was bringing her distress. Never did I think I would envy a man tried by the law, yet here I find myself unable to push aside the jealousy I felt so