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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's time yet, then," whispered Gypsy Nan. "There's time yet."
She lay silent for a moment, then her hand closed tightly around
Rhoda Gray's. "Listen!" she said. "There's more about - about
why I lived like that than I told you. And - and I can't tell you
now - I can't go out like a yellow cur - I'm not going to snitch
on anybody else just because I'm through myself. But - but there's
something on to-night that I'd - I'd like to stop. Only the police,
or anybody else, aren't to know anything about it, because then
they'd nip my friends. See? But you can do it - easy. You can
do it alone without anybody knowing. There's time yet. They
weren't going to pull it until halfpast one - and there won't be
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