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: element of New York, until to-day, throughout its length and breadth,
she was known, and, she had reason to believe, was loved and trusted
by every crook in the underworld. It was a strange eulogy,
self-pronounced! But it was none the less true. Then, she had
been Rhoda Gray; now, even the Bussard, doubtless, had forgotten
her name in the one with which he himself, at that queer baptismal
font of crimeland, had christened her - the White Moll. It even
went further than that. It embraced what might be called the
entourage of the underworld, the police and the social workers with
whom she inevitably came in contact. These, too, had long known
her as the White Moll, and had come, since she had volunteered no
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