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THE young woman was plumply rounded out. She did not seem quite the type to have a fiery temper. But sparks were snapping in her black eyes. Her voice was edged with anger.
"Hurry up, funny face, and pry me loose from these thorns!" the girl demanded of Monk. "It's a wonder I'm alive! Oh! You're one of Doc Savage's men! Well, I'm not a bit surprised!"