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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'll have us down and out for keeps if you haven't got brains enough
to beat her. How much longer is this thing going on?"
Danglar's little black eyes narrowed. She caught a sudden glint of
triumph in them. It was Danglar now who laughed.
"Not much longer!" His voice was arrogant with malicious
satisfaction. "The luck had to turn, hadn't it? Well, it's turned!
I've got the White Moll at last!"
She felt the color leave her face. It seemed as though something
had closed with an icy clutch upon her heart. She had heard aright,
hadn't she? - that he had said he had got the White Moll at last.
And there was no mistaking the mans s sinister delight in making
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