They tried to read illustrated papers in an unconcerned manner and with forced attention, lest they should catch the leaping exultation in each other’s eyes. He was ill at ease, though he would not have confessed his disquietude even to himself. Surely it was a dream. 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. If you like books and music, we'll get along. I made a wrong choice, it seems—but my voice remains. Stanley determined to improve the occasion.
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