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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: "Oh!" she said ungraciously. "Well, you know where it is, don't
you? Suppose you go and get it yourself!"
"All right!" returned Danglar, a sullenness creeping into his voice.
"Have it your own way, Bertha! I haven't got time to-night to coax
you out of your tantrums. That's what you want, but I haven't got
time - to-night."
She did not answer.
A match crackled in Danglar's hand; the flames spurted up through
the darkness. Danglar made his way over to the rickety washstand,
found the candle that was stuck in the neck of the gin bottle,
lighted it, held the candle above his head, and stared around
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