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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: all simple enough now. Old Viner would undoubtedly make some
exclamation at her sudden and stealthy entrance, but once she was
inside without those in the next room either having heard or seen
her, it would not matter.
Another inch she pushed the door open, another - and then another.
And then quickly, silently, she tip-toed over the threshold and
closed the door softly behind her. The light came from the inner
room and shone through the connecting door, which was open, and
there was movement from within, and a low, growling voice, petulant,
whining, as though an old man were mumbling complainingly to himself.
She smiled coldly. It was very like Nicky Viner - it was a habit
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