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Rinehart, Mary Roberts, 1876-1958

"Dangerous Days"

" But her attempt at gayety fell flat.
She lighted a cigaret from the stand beside her and fell to
studying his face.
"What's happened to you?" she asked. "There's a change in you,
somehow. I've noticed it ever since you came home. You ought to
be smug and contented, if any man should. But you're not, are you?"
"I'm working hard. That's all. I don't want to talk about myself,"
he added impatiently. "What about you? What are you going to do?"
"Sell my house, pay my debts and live on my own little bit of an
income."
"But, good heavens, Audrey! Chris has no right to cut off like
this, and leave you. I don't know the story, but at least he must
support you. A man can't just run away and evade every obligation.
I think I'll have to go after him and give him a talking to."
"No!" she said, bending forward. "Don't do that. He has had a bad
scare. But he's had one decent impulse, too. Let him alone, Clay."
She placed the money on the stand, and rose. As she faced him, she
impulsively placed her hands on his shoulders.


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