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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: obtrude herself too obviously upon their notice, the police
suffered her; so that she gave the underworld no reason for
complaint, the underworld accepted her at face value as one of its
own!
There was no hallway here at the head of the ladder-like stairs,
just a sort of narrow platform in front of the attic door. Rhoda
Gray, groping out with her hands again, felt for the door, and
knocked softly upon it. There was no answer. She knocked again.
Still receiving no reply, she tried the door, found it unlocked,
and, opening it, stood for an instant on the threshold. A lamp,
almost empty, ill-trimmed and smoking badly, stood on a chair
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