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🗓️ 19 August 2016
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0:00.0 | November 7, 1937. When informed in the jail that the jury had reached a verdict a few moments after the noon hour, |
0:14.7 | the comely blonde was as stoical as usual and gave no more evidence of her feelings than she had on any day during the long trial. |
0:23.8 | Brought into the courtroom and seated at the defense table, she assumed the same attitude |
0:28.9 | she had maintained for more than three weeks of the trial, sitting straight in her chair, |
0:34.1 | with her hands folded over her handkerchief on the table before her. She turned neither |
0:39.7 | to the right nor the left, only her eyes traveling in the arc of sight before them, which |
0:45.2 | took in the reporter's table, the judge's bench, and the clerk's desk on the opposite side of the |
0:51.2 | room. Not once did she turn her head to view the throng in the courtroom. |
0:57.9 | Her color was heightened slightly, but the flush frequently was replaced by an ashen pallor, |
1:03.3 | the only sign of what her thoughts must have been and of the mental strain she was undergoing. |
1:10.1 | As Judge Bell assumed the bench and gave instructions |
1:13.3 | that there was to be no demonstration of any sort when the verdict was read, |
1:17.7 | she gazed intently at him. |
1:20.2 | Then, when the jurors filed in, she watched each one closely, |
1:24.6 | apparently seeking some sign in their faces which would give her hope. |
1:29.7 | She saw nothing there, however, for characteristically, each juror avoided glancing at her, |
1:37.5 | thus disclosing to students of criminal trials that the verdict was one which left no hope for the |
1:43.7 | blonde. The clerk of courts read the verdict was one which left no hope for the blonde. |
1:50.7 | The clerk of courts read the verdict, guilty of first-degree murder as she stands charged in the indictment, and Mrs. Hahn realized that there was no recommendation of mercy to save her |
1:57.6 | from the death chair. Her eyes bowed slightly, her eyes sought her hands the fingers of which were twitching nervously as she twisted her handkerchief |
2:09.5 | that was all the public saw if they had expected a break in the remarkable composure of the one who has been compared to the bourges |
2:18.6 | of history, they were disappointed, for she lost none of her apparent poise. Even when the jurors |
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