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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: as I blame you. But, look here, old girl, have a heart! It's not
my fault. I know what you're grouching about - it's because I
haven't been around much lately. But you ought to know well enough
that I couldn't help it. Our game has been crimped lately at every
turn by that she-devil, the White Moll, and that dude pal of hers."
He laughed out again - in savage menace now. "I've been busy.
Understand, Bertha? It was either ourselves, or them. We've got
to go under - or they have. And we won't! I promise you that!
Things'll break a little better before long, and I'll make it up to
you."
She could not see him in the blackness of the garret. She breathed
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