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Rinehart, Mary Roberts, 1876-1958

"Dangerous Days"

"I happen to like
gardens. I had an idea - I told you about it - of trying to
duplicate the old garden at home. You remember it. When we went
there on our honeymoon - "
"You don't call that a garden?"
"Of course I didn't want to copy it exactly. It was old and out of
condition. But there were a lot of old-fashioned flowers - However,
if you intend to build an Italian villa, naturally - "
"I don't intend to build anything, or to plant anything." Her voice
was frozen. "You go ahead. Do it in your own way. And then you
can live there, if you like. I won't."
Which was what he carried away with him that morning to the mill.
He was not greatly disturbed by her threat to keep her hands off.
He knew quite well, indeed, that the afternoon would find her, with
Rodney Page, picking her way in her high-heeled shoes over the waste
that was some day to bloom, not like the rose of his desire but
according to the formal and rigid blueprint which Rodney would be
carrying. But in five minutes he had put the incident out of his
mind.


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