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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: can do for you."
"It's true, miss, so help me God!" the man had answered brokenly.
"Youse come an' see. I'll be dere-an'-an'-God bless youse, miss!"
And so they had let the man go free, and her father, with a
whimsical, tolerant smile, had shaken his head at her. "You'll
never find that address, Rhoda-or our friend the Bussard, either!"
But she had found both the Bussard and the address, and destitution
and a squalor unspeakable. Pathetic still, but the vernacular of
the underworld where men called their women by no more gracious
names than "molls" and "skirts" no longer strange to her ears, there
came to her again now the Bussard's words in which he had paid her
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