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:|
broken door that hung, half open, on sagging hinges, and, dropping
on her knees, reached in under the decayed and rotting flooring.
She pushed aside impatiently the package of jewels, at whose
magnificence she had gazed awe-struck and bewildered the night
before, and drew out the bundle that comprised her own clothing.
Her hand sought the pocket eagerly. Yes, it was here - at least
the flashlight was, and so were the skeleton keys. That was what
had happened! She had been near utter collapse last night, and she
had forgotten, and - Rhoda Gray, unconscious even that she still
held the clothing in her hands, rose mechanically to her feet.
There was a sudden weariness in her eyes as she stared unseeingly