1 We're going now to see Dr. Huld, the lawyer," he said, "we were at school together.
2 It was not very encouraging, as the accused, be to taken to a lawyer for poor people.
3 "They've opened the door for you, now," said the gentleman, pointing at the door of the lawyer.
4 "Oh, Albert," said the lawyer, falling back onto his pillow as if this visit meant he would not need to keep up appearances.
5 Maybe," said the lawyer quietly, "but it's just as much trouble as it's ever been.
6 When you're as ill as I am," said the lawyer, "you need to have peace.
7 thought he noticed that with one hand she was stroking the lawyer's hand.
8 "You're mistaken about her," said the lawyer, but did nothing more to defend her; perhaps that was his way of indicating that she did not need defending.
9 s uncle had already told the lawyer about the trial.
10 "Oh, I see," said the lawyer with a smile.
11 I am a lawyer, I move in court circles, people talk about various different cases and the more interesting ones stay in your mind, especially when they concern the nephew of a friend.
12 continued to look round the room, it was a large room with a high ceiling, the clients of this lawyer for the poor must have felt quite lost in it.
13 You slip off with some dirty, little thing who, moreover, is obviously the lawyer's beloved, and stay away for hours.
14 All this had even more affect on the lawyer lying there ill, when I took my leave of him, the good man, he was quite unable to speak.
15 There was no doubt of the advantages a written defence of this sort would have over relying on the lawyer, who was anyway not without his shortcomings.
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