But when she saw the car, her body filled with dread, for it gave her a bad feeling. A creeping numbness invaded her. The door was too strong, and too well secured, to break open,—the walls too thick: but the ceiling,—if he could reach it—there, he doubted not, he could make an outlet. “I want a vote for myself,” she said. She was strong, not unlike a pack mule or a camel; she thought to herself and smirked.
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