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Rinehart, Mary Roberts, 1876-1958

"Dangerous Days"

But to his intense surprise she suddenly leaned back and
looked up into his face. There was no doubting what he saw there.
Just for a moment the situation threatened to get out of hand. Then
he patted her shoulders and put the safety of his desk between them.
"Run away and bathe your eyes," he said, "and then come back here
looking like the best secretary in the state, and not like a winter
thaw. We have the deuce of a lot of work to do."
But after she had gone he sat for some little time idly rapping a
pencil on the top of his desk. By Jove! Anna Klein! Of all girls
in the world! It was rather a pity, too. She was a nice little
thing, and in the last few months she had changed a lot. She had
been timid at first, and hideously dressed. Lately she had been
almost smart. Those ear-rings now - they changed her a lot. Queer
- how things went on in a girl's mind, and a fellow didn't know
until something happened. He settled his tie and smoothed back his
heavy hair.
During the remainder of the day he began to wonder if he had not
been a fatuous idiot.


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