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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The White Moll by Frank L. Packard: thief with his pockets crammed even now with the money that had
lured him almost to his death; but, too, she was not altogether sure
that she distrusted him. But all that was secondary. She must, as
soon as she could, get back to Gypsy Nan's garret. Like that other
night, she dared not take the risk that Danglar, by any chance, might
return there - and find her gone after what had just happened. The
man would be beside himself with fury, suspicious of everything
-and suspicion would be fatal in its consequences for her. And so
she must go. And she could not become Gypsy Nan again with the
Adventurer looking on!
"We part here," she said a little unsteadily. "Good-night!"
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