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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: her as the White Moll, and had come, since she had volunteered no
further information, tacitly to accept her as such, and nothing more.
Again she shook her head. It wasn't altogether a normal life. She
was only a woman, with all the aspirations of a woman, with all the
yearning of youth for its measure of gayety and pleasure. True, she
had not made a recluse of herself outside her work; but, equally,
on the other hand, she had not made any intimate friends in her own
station in life. She had never purposed continuing indefinitely the
work she was doing, nor did she now; but, little by little, it had
forced its claims upon her until those claims were not easy to
ignore. Even though the circumstances in which her father had left
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