There were neither texts nor rubbish on the walls, but only a stirring version of Belshazzar’s feast, a steel engraving in the early Victorian manner that had some satisfactory blacks. Her personal maidservant, the first she had ever had in her life, was joyful for 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. It was just a chance that we in particular hit against each other—nothing predestined about it. "I'll admit that. She spoke with an entirely false note of cheerful offhandedness. C. . Think better of it.
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