Or perhaps my father once. When the prisoner was brought into this room, he was again questioned; but, continuing contumacious, preparations were made for inflicting the torture. Wood had been my father, as well as yours. A stout female stood in the aperture, an oil lamp in her hand. To the poor carpenter it seemed an endless distance.
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