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He pressed lightly and the door gave inwards. He took out his flashlight and pushed,
nayanthara probing the darkness ahead with
nayanthara thin beam. It was as well nayanthara did so. On the stone floor where his first step past the open door would have taken him lay a yawning man trap its rusty iron jaws perhaps a yard across waiting for
nayanthara to step on the thin covering of straw that partially concealed it. Bond winced as in his imagination he heard the iron, clang as the saw teeth bit into his leg below the knee. There would
nayanthara nayanthara such booby nayanthara he must keep every sense on the alert!, Bond closed
nayanthara door softly behind him stepped round the trap and swept the beam of his torch ahead and around him. Nothing but velvety blackness.