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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: those things away - yes, and you'll find a flashlight there. We'll
need it going down the stairs."
Rhoda Gray made no answer. There was no hesitation now in her
actions, as, to the pile of clothing in her arms, she added the
revolver that lay on the blanket, and, returning to the little
trap-door in the ceiling, hid them away; but her brain was whirling
again in a turmoil of doubt. This was madness, utter, stark, blind
madness, this thing that she was doing! It was suicide, literally
that, nothing less than suicide for one in Gypsy Nan's condition to
attempt this thing. But the woman would certainly die here, too,
with out medical assistance - only there was the police! Rhoda
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