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She caught her finger in the lock and had to ask him to help pry it out. ” “Where?” Courtlaw asked quickly. He wore a battered sunhelmet, a loin-cloth and a pair of dilapidated canvas shoes. Swiftly she ran her hands over the carvings, trying to find the lever to the secret panel again. There he paused again, half turning his back and pretending to look for someone among the soldiers on the benches. ) He hesitated. ” He closed the door of 109 in her face.
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