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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: death one way; maybe it is the other, maybe it'll finish me to get
out of here, but it's the only thing left to do. I thought some
one, some one that I could trust, never mind who, would have come
to-day, but-but no one came, and - and maybe now it s too late, but
there's just the one chance, and I've got to take it." Gypsy Nan
tore at the shawl around her throat as though it choked her, and
flung it from her shoulders. Her eyes were gleaming with an
unhealthy, feverish light. "Don't you see? We get out on the
street. I collapse there. You find me. I tell you my name is
Charlotte Green. That's all you know. There isn't much chance
that anybody at the hospital would recognize me. I've got money.
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