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: stealing over her, and a horror, and a great fear, and a dismay
that robbed her of power of movement until it seemed that she was
rooted to the spot, and a low, gasping cry came from her lips. Her
eyes, wide with their alarm, were fixed on the window. There was
a man's face there, just above the sill - and now a man's form
swung through the window, and dropped lightly to the floor inside
the room. And she stared in horrified fascination, and could not
move. It was the Adventurer.
"It's Miss Gray, isn't it? The White Moll?" he murmured amiably.
"I've been trying to find you all night. What corking luck! You
remember me, don't you? Last night, you know."
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