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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: gulped suddenly. "Let's get out of here !" he said hurriedly.
The Pug made no reply, except for a muttered growl of assent and
a nod of his head.
The two men crossed the room. The light went out. Their footsteps
echoed back as they descended the stairs, then died away.
And then Rhoda Gray moved for the first time. She brushed aside
the cretonne hanging, ran to the washstand, possessed herself of
the package she had seen the Pug place there, and then made her way,
cautious now of the s1ightest sound, downstairs.
She tried the door that led into the secondhand shop from the hall,
found it unlocked, and with a little gasp of relief slipped through,
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