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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: her eyes grew dim. She saw an old man, white and haggard, with
bandaged head, sitting in a chair, the tears streaming down
his face; and on the floor, her face hidden on the other's knees,
a woman knelt - and the man's hand stroked and stroked the thin
gray hair on the woman' s head.
And Rhoda Gray turned away. And out in the street her face was
lifted and she looked upward, and there were myriad stars. And
there seemed a beauty in them that she had never seen before, and
a great, comforting serenity. And they seemed to promise something
- that through the window of that stark and evil garret to which
she was going now, they would keep her dreaded vigil with her until
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