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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 man, with a frightened oath, obeyed. The car gained speed. A
glance through the window behind showed Danglar climbing into the
other car.
And then for a moment Rhoda Gray sat there fighting for her
self-control, with the certain knowledge in her soul that upon her
wits, and her wits alone, her life depended now. She studied the
car's mechanism over the chauffeur's shoulder, even as she continued
to hold her revolver pressed steadily against the back of the man's
neck. She could drive a car - she could drive this one. The
presence of this chauffeur, one of the gang, was an added menace;
there were too many tricks he might play before she could forestall
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