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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: - last night.
Last night! She had thought it was the end last night, but instead
- The dark eyes grew suddenly hard and intent. Yes, she had
counted upon last night, when, with the necessary proof in her
possession with which to confront Danglar with the crime of murder,
she could wring from the man all that now remained necessary to
substantiate her own story and clear herself in the eyes of the law
of that robbery at Skarbolov's antique store of which she was held
guilty - and instead she had barely escaped with her life. That
was the story of last night.
Her eyes grew harder. Well, the way was still open, wasn't it?
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