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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: the great metal shield with its encircling cluster of small arms,
and wrenched it from its fastenings. It crashed to the floor with
a din infernal that, in the night silence, went racketing through
the house like the reverberations of an explosion.
"My God, what have you done!" he cried out hoarsely.
"What I said I'd do!" she answered. She was white-faced, frightened
at her own act, fighting to maintain her nerve. "You'll go now, I
imagine!" she flung at him passionately. "You haven't much time."
"No!" he said. His composure was instantly at command again. "No,"
he repeated steadily; "not until after you have gone. I refuse
- positively - to let you run any such risk as that. It is far too
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