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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: The girl turned her head so that the rays of the street lamp, faint
as they were, fell full upon her, disclosing a sweet, oval face,
out of which the dark eyes gazed steadily at the man.
And suddenly the man leaned forward, staring for an instant, and
then his hand went awkwardly to touch his cap.
"De White Moll!" he mumbled deferentially. He pulled the peak of
his cap down over his eyes in a sort of shame-faced way, as though
to avoid recognition, and, stepping nearer, returned the purse.
"'Scuse me, miss," he said uneasily. "I didn't know it was youse
- honest to Gawd, I didn't! 'Scuse me, miss. Good-night!"
For a moment the girl stood there motionless, looking down the
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