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She flared her upper lip, baring her canines which had extended by half an inch. Jack Kimble stiffened, looking at his interrogator with wary anger in his face. A little within stood a second door, or rather wicket, lower than the first, but of equal strength, and surmounted by a row of sharp spikes. “Does he live here?” he asked her presently. Still, they bob up occasionally.
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