[the prospect of being underground has Cecelia's skin crawling with dread, her nose now tuned to sniffing out the risk of being buried alive yet again.]
Indeed. Let us not waste much time and give it chance to...to bamboozle us again. Let's see what...oh-- [she points.] Door.
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Indeed. Let us not waste much time and give it chance to...to bamboozle us again. Let's see what...oh-- [she points.] Door.