The next page was a drawing that she had made in pen and ink of his face, or what she had remembered of it. Or did he? Perhaps he had found another. This done, he unloosed the pulley, and the ponderous machine, which resembled a trough, slowly descended upon the prisoner's breast. “Indeed,” she said, “I would not.
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