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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: eye-patch that had once been flesh-colored! The Adventurer and the
Pug were one!
Her wits! Quick! He must not know! In a frenzy of haste she ran
for the bed, and slipped the eye-patch in under the mattress again;
and then, still with frenzied speed, she climbed to the window sill,
drew the roller shade down again behind her, and dropped to the
ground.
Through the back yard and lane she gained the street, and sped on
along the street - but her thoughts outpaced her hurrying footsteps.
How minutely every detail of the night now seemed to explain itself
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