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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: river. "Yes, here it is!" she exclaimed, as they rounded the end
of the shed.
She tried the door. It was locked. She felt in her pocket for her
skeleton keys, for she had not been unprepared for just such an
emergency, but the Sparrow brushed her aside.
"Leave it to me!" he said quickly. "I'll pick that lock like one
o'clock! It won't take me more'n a minute."
Rhoda Gray did not stand and watch him. Minutes were priceless
things, and she could put the minute he asked for to better
advantage than by idling it away. With an added injunction to
hurry and that she would be back in an instant, she was already
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