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Rinehart, Mary Roberts, 1876-1958

"Dangerous Days"

He had not meant
it. It was sheer reaction. But he would talk to Graham.
He lighted a cigaret, and getting into bed turned on his reading
lamp. Queer how a man could build, and then find that after all he
did not care for the achievement. It was the building alone that
was worth while.
He picked up the book from the table, and opened it casually.
"When first I loved I gave my very soul
Utterly unreserved to Love's control,
But Love deceived me, wrenched my youth away,
And made the gold of life forever gray.
Long I lived lonely, yet I tried in vain
With any other joy to stifle pain;
There is no other joy, I learned to know,
And so returned to love, as long ago,
Yet I, this little while ere I go hence,
Love very lightly now, in self defense."
"Twaddle," said Clayton Spencer, and put the book away. That was
the sort of stuff men like Rodney lived on. In a mauve binding, too.
After he had put out the light he lay for a long time, staring into
the darkness.


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