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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: would it mean to her? What complication here in this room would
result? What...
The light was out. Pinkie Bonn had stepped silently across the
room to the gas jet near the door. Her eyes, strained, she could
just make out the Adventurer's form kneeling by the wall, and then
- was she mad! Was the faint night-light of the city filtering in
through the window mocking her? The Adventurer, hidden from his
companion by the washstand, was working swiftly and without a
sound - or else it was a phantasm of shadows that tricked her!
A door in the wall opened; the Adventurer thrust in his hand, drew
out a package, and, leaning around, slipped it quickly into the
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