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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. Lucy sighed, finding it odd to switch
roles as she had over the past weeks. ’ She spread her hands. ’
‘What husband?’
‘Precisely. Her glance, absorbing the gilt letters and their significance, communicated to her
poised body a species of paralysis. ’
‘Oh, do they?’ Gerald said, sudden wrath kindling. " He sent the doctor a sly glance. A
creeping numbness invaded her. The white veil had fallen to the ground and
Gerald retrieved it for her. "Your ladyship is far too unwell to travel," remarked the female attendant,
assisting her to rise; "you'll never be able to reach Manchester. “I’d have to sneak out after everyone was asleep. We struggle against it at first, but in
the end we have to submit. She appeared
not to have realised the implications of her outburst, but clung a little to Gerald’s
hands which had taken hers in a comforting clasp.
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