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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: woman who originally masqueraded as Gypsy Nan, for I knew her, as
I said, by sight."
He was on his feet now, his face aflame with a great light. He
took a step toward her.
"Wait!" she said hurriedly. She glanced at Danglar. The man's
face was blanched, his body seemed to have shriveled up, and
there was a light in his eyes as they held upon her that was near
to the borderland of insanity. "That night at Skarbolov's!" she
said, and tried to hold her voice in control. "Gypsy Nan, this
man's wife, died that night in the hospital. I had found her here
sick, and I had promised not to divulge her secret. I helped her
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