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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: go down tight for the next few days, and -"
Shluker stopped abruptly as the telephone rang, and reached for the
instrument.
Rhoda Gray fumbled unnecessarily with her shawl, as the other
answered the call. Failure! A curious bitterness came to her. Her
plan then, for to-night it least, was a failure. Shluker did not
know where Danglar was. She was quite convinced of that. Shluker
was - She glanced suddenly at the wizened little old man. From an
ordinary tone, Shluker' s voice had risen sharply in protest about
something. She listened now:
No, no; it does not matter what it is!
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