" "I am so," replied Thames, who had followed him closely. They had got all this down already—they heard the substance of it now for the fourteenth time. But never would any so dishonour himself as to hand a fellow rogue over to the authorities. Playing with one hand he turned on his stool to glance at her. 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. Before her was a great Gothic portal. He agreed it was disgraceful. As to this little fellow, in spite of the Dutchman, who, in my opinion, is more of a Jacobite than a conjurer, and more of a knave than either, he shall never mount a horse foaled by an acorn, if I can help it. He appeared to be a stranger to the prisoner, and the sole motive of his visit, curiosity.
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