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Rinehart, Mary Roberts, 1876-1958

"Dangerous Days"

I'd been counting on you."
"Very sorry, sir. I'm not leaving immediately."
"I sometimes think," observed the rector, still ruffled, "that a
man's duty is not always what it appears on the surface. To keep
Mr. Spencer - er - comfortable, while he is doing his magnificent
work for the Allies, may be less spectacular, but it is most
important."
Jackson smiled, a restrained and slightly cynical smile.
"That's a matter for a man's conscience, isn't it, sir?" he asked.
And touching his cap again, moved off. Doctor Haverford felt
reproved. Worse than that, he felt justly reproved. He did not
touch the Gains of War that afternoon.
In the gymnasium he found Delight, captaining a basket-ball team.
In her knickers and middy blouse she looked like a little girl, and
he stood watching her as, flushed and excited, she ran round the
long room. At last she came over and dropped onto the steps at
his feet.
"Well?" she inquired, looking up. "Did you get it?"
"I did, indeed.


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