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Rinehart, Mary Roberts, 1876-1958

"Dangerous Days"

And even that small improvement cheered him greatly.
He was thankful for such a peace, even when he knew that he had
bought it at a heavy price.
The other was his work. The directorate for the new munition plant
had been selected, and on Thursday of that week he gave a dinner at
his club to the directors. It had been gratifying to him to find
how easily his past reputation carried the matter of the vast
credits needed, how absolutely his new board deferred to his
judgment. The dinner became, in a way, an ovation. He was vastly
pleased and a little humbled. He wanted terribly to make good, to
justify their faith in him. They were the big financial men of his
time, and they were agreeing to back his judgment to the fullest
extent.
When the dinner was over, a few of the younger men were in no mood
to go home. They had dined and wined, and the night was young.
Denis Nolan, who had been present as the attorney for the new
concern, leaned back in his chair and listened to them with a sort
of tolerant cynicism.


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