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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: there, until, abruptly, as though with one accord, they rushed
pell-mell down the embankment toward the burning wreckage. And as
they disappeared from sight Rhoda Gray jumped to her feet, sprang
for Danglar's car, flung herself into the driver's seat, and the car
shot forward again along the road.
A shout, a wild chorus of yells, the reports of a fusillade of
shots reached her; she caught a glimpse of forms running insanely
after her along the edge of the embankment - then silence save for
the roar of the speeding car.
She drove on and on. Somewhere, nearing a town, she saw a train
in the distance coming in her direction. She reached the station
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