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The curve of his shoulders, the very angle of his feet, expressed relief at her apparent obedience. Her hormones were raging stupidly. Beyond the hatch, an angle, formed by a projection in the wall of some three or four feet, served to hide a door conducting to the interior of the prison. "Gone," replied the wounded man. Well, it had to happen somewhen.
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