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Here was a terrific figure gnashing his teeth, and howling like a wild beast;—there a lover, with hands clasped together and eyes turned passionately upward. The first of these, the Press Room, a dark close chamber, near Waterman's Hall, obtained its name from an immense wooden machine kept in it, with which such prisoners as refused to plead to their indictments were pressed to death—a species of inquisitorial torture not discontinued until so lately as the early part of the reign of George the Third, when it was abolished by an express statute. She was furiously angry. “She found my collection of witchcraft books under my bed and threw them away. My sister was scarcely likely to make a mistake. I think I asked if I could eat lunch with her and Trisha Deere one day and she said there was no room at the table.
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