Chapter 19: IX

IX The Twelfth Juror Tumultuously the session was resumed. At the door was a riot. There a squad of police fought back surging nondescripts clamoring for admission, fighting for entrance to the continuous show. A woman fainted. Another had her gown torn off. One man retired with a blackened eye. During the recess Orr got for a moment with Sylvia and Mrs. Waldron. “Aren’t you hungry?” he asked. Sylvia took his hand and pressed it. In her eyes was victory, in her face delight. “I neve…