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In a lofty, spacious room of the town hall at Taunton sat Sir Edward Phelips and Colonel Luttrell to dispense justice, and with them, flanked by one of them on either side of him, sat Christopher Monk, Duke of Albemarle, Lord-Lieutenant of Devonshire, who had been summoned in all haste from Exeter that he might be present at an examination which promised to be of so vast importance. The three sat at a long table at the room's end, attended by two secretaries.
Before them, guarded by constable and tything-men, weaponless, their hands pinioned behind them - Blake's arm was healed by now - stood Mr. Westmacott and his friend Sir Rowland to answer this grave charge.