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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: her retort was justified. "But even now your voice sounds off color."
Rhoda Gray bridled.
"Does it?" she snapped at him. "I've got a cold. Maybe you'd get
one too, and maybe your voice would be off color, if you had to live
in a dump like this, and -"
"Oh, all right, all right!" he broke in hurriedly. "For Heaven's
sake don't start a row! Forget it! See? Forget it!" He walked
over to the door, peered out, swore savagely to himself, shut the
door, held the candle up to circle the garret, and scowled as its
rays fell upon the shattered pieces of the lamp in the corner then,
returning, he set the candle down upon the chair and began to pace
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