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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Man in Lower Ten by Mary Roberts Rinehart: "We'll have to run for it," I said in a whisper. "She's down there
with a package of some sort, sandwiches probably. And she's
threatened me with overshoes for a month. Ready now!"
I had a kaleidoscopic view of Mrs. Klopton in the lower hall,
holding out an armful of such traveling impedimenta as she deemed
essential, while beside her, Euphemia, the colored housemaid,
grinned over a white-wrapped box.
"Awfully sorry-no time-back Sunday," I panted over my shoulder.
Then the door closed and the car was moving away.
McKnight bent forward and stared at the facade of the empty house
next door as we passed. It was black, staring, mysterious, as empty
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