"Mr. Thornton's!" said Margaret.
"Yes! he's a magistrate--ah! here it is."
She could not see to read it--no, not although she was close to the candle. The words swam before her. But she held it in her hand, and looked at it as if she were intently studying it.
"I'm sure, ma'am, it's a great weight off my mind; for the evidence was so uncertain, you see, that the man had received any blow at all, and if any question of identity came in, it so complicated the case, as I told Mr. Thornton----"

'Mr. Thornton's!'
'Yes! he's a magistrate - ah! here it is.' She could not read it. The words swam before her. But she held it, and looked at it as if she were intently studying it.
'I'm sure, ma'am, it's a great weight off my mind; for the evidence was so uncertain, you see. 