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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: after blow with terrific force full into Danglar's face; she heard
a rush of feet coming from the corridor behind her; and she flung
herself forward into the inner room, and, panting, snatched at the
door and slammed it shut, and groping for the bolt, found it, and
shot it home in its grooves.
And she stood there, weak for the moment, and drew her hand across
her eyes - and behind her they pounded on the door, and there came
a burst of oaths; and in front of her the Adventurer was smiling
gravely as he covered Danglar with Danglar's own revolver; and
Danglar, as though dazed and half stunned from the blows he had
received, rocked unsteadily upon his feet. And then her eyes
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