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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: She knew the man. She had seen those square, heavy, clamped jaws
scores of times. Those sharp, restless black eyes under
over-hanging, shaggy eyebrows were familiar to the whole East Side.
It was Rorke - "Rough" Rorke, of headquarters.
He came toward her, and halfway across the room another exclamation
burst from his lips; but this time it held a jeer, and in the jeer
a sort of cynical and savage triumph.
"The White Moll!"
He was close beside her now, and now he snatched from her hand the
banknotes that, all unconsciously, she had still been clutching
tightly.
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