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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: on the street, making her way toward the lane, and, specifically,
toward the deserted shed where she had hidden away her own clothing.
IX. ROOM NUMBER ELEVEN
Another five minutes, and in her own personality now, a slim, trim
figure, neatly gloved, the heavy veil affording ample protection to
her features, Rhoda Gray emerged from the shed and the lane, and
started rapidly toward lower Sixth Avenue. And as she walked, her
mind, released for the moment from the consideration of her
immediate venture, began again, as it had so many times in the last
three days, its striving and its searching after some loophole of
escape from her own desperate situation. But only, as it ever did,
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