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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: on the garret stairs. "Who's dere?" she croaked.
"It's all right," a voice answered in low tones. "You were just
ahead of me on the street. I saw you come in. It's Pierre."
Pierre! So that was his name! It was only the voice she recognized.
Pierre - Danglar! She fumbled for the keyhole, found it, and
inserted the key. "Well, how's Bertha to-night?"
There seemed to be a strange exhilaration in the man's voice. He
was standing beside her now, close beside her, and now his hand
played with a curiously caressing motion on her shoulder. The touch
seemed to scorch and burn her. Who was this Danglar, who was Pierre
to her, and to whom she was Bertha? Her breath came quickly in
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