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Once they were taking me to the questioning by a different way, through a passage that was even deeper than ours (also underground). After several more steps down there was a small room with the floor strewn with small coal and the walls painted black. There was a machine in front of me. I don't know what else was there, the proud (or obstinacy?) didn't allow me to look about. It was a kind of unearthly calmness typical of Red Indians, if we should to believe Fenimore Cooper. |
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