At the verdict George Pell didn't flinch; he just pursed his lips a little. He was going back to jail David Marr

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The cardinal’s defenders will cry foul again – but this time it was the judges and not a jury who destroyed their hero
As the time came, even the patter of keyboards died away. It was so quiet in there. The judges arrived looking ready for the occasion. But George Pell has withered in the weeks since his appeal. He was ashen as he entered the box.
Making sense of those weeks has been a game for lawyers, victim advocates and the press: would the judges of the Victorian court of appeal hold a man in prison so long if they planned to release him? Wouldn’t they hurry things along? Were they irrevocably split? Or were they taking the time to write an acquittal that would survive a high court challenge? Continue reading...

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