She caught her finger in the lock and had to ask him to help pry it out. She thought of all sorts of odd and desperate expedients, and with passionate petulance rejected them all. We're lost. ‘Cover her, men. "Where am I?" she cried, passing her hand across her brow. Nothing else so quickly establishes the condition of comradeship as the sharing of a laughable incident. She infused menace into her voice.
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