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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: 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
tribute on that morning long ago, and with which he had introduced
her to a shrunken form that lay upon a dirty cot in the barefloored
room:
"Meet de moll I was tellin' youse about, Mag. She's white - all de
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