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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: She brushed her hand hastily across her eyes. There hadn't been
any friends either, apart from a few of her father's casual
business acquaintances; no one else - except the Bussard. It was
very strange! Her reward for that one friendly act had come in a
manner little expected, and it had come very quickly. She had
sought and found a genuine relief from her own sorrow in doing
what she could to alleviate the misery in that squalid, one-room
home. And then the sphere of her activities had broadened, slowly
at first, not through any preconceived intention on her part, but
naturally, and as almost an inevitable corollary consequent upon
her relations with the Bussard and his ill-fortuned family.
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