Being groped by him again wasn't something she was looking forward to.
He groped around in the dim light, but could not find any way of escape.
By day he concealed himself in cupboards or under furniture, and by night he groped his way into the royal kitchen to eat whatever he could find.
She groped for the nearest light and flipped it on, unsettled by the man even in the warm lamplight.
So we only groped through the dismal labyrinth of St. Callixtus, under the Church of St. Sebastian.
