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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: Rhoda Gray, through a sort of hideous proxy, now belonged herself!
Sooner or later, they must show their hands, and the test of her
identity would come. And here her danger was the greater because
she did not know who any of them were, unless the man who had
stepped in between Rough Rorke and herself last night was one of
them - which was a question that had harassed her all day. The man
had been no more drunk than she had been, and he had obviously only
played the part to get her out of the clutches of Rough Rorke; but,
against this, he had seen her simply as herself then, the White Moll,
and what could the criminal associates of Gypsy Nan have cared as
to what became of the White Moll?
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