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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: found and possessed herself of the weapon, and, stepping back,
ordered him to turn around again.
"I haven't much time," she said icily. "I'll trouble you now for
the cash you took from Marny Day and French Pete."
"My Gawd!" he mumbled again. "You know about that!"
"Quick!" she said imperatively. "Put it on the table there, and
then go back again to the wall!"
Pinkie Bonn fumbled in his pocket. His face was white, almost
chalky white, and it held fear; but its dominant expression was one
of helpless stupefaction. He placed the sheaf of banknotes on the
table, and shuffled back again to the wall.
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