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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Circular Staircase by Mary Roberts Rinehart: what I have taken from her in the way of sulks!--"but I guess I
can't stand it any longer. My trunk's packed."
"Who packed it?" I asked, expecting from her tone to be told she
had wakened to find it done by some ghostly hand.
"I did; Miss Rachel, you won't believe me when I tell you this
house is haunted. Who was it fell down the clothes chute?
Who was it scared Miss Louise almost into her grave?"
"I'm doing my best to find out," I said. "What in the world are
you driving at?" She drew a long breath.
"There is a hole in the trunk-room wall, dug out since last
night. It's big enough to put your head in, and the plaster's
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