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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: save the rattle and bump of a wagon along the street below; but she
had had reason to appreciate on a certain occasion before that the
Pug, alias the Adventurer, was possessed of a sense of hearing that
was abnormally acute. If it was some one else - who was it? What
would it mean to her? What complication here in this room would
result? What...
The light was out. Pinkie Bonn had stepped silently across the
room to the gas jet near the door. Her eyes, strained, she could
just make out the Adventurer's form kneeling by the wall, and then
- was she mad! Was the faint night-light of the city filtering in
through the window mocking her? The Adventurer, hidden from his
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