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Rinehart, Mary Roberts, 1876-1958

"Dangerous Days"

"Of all the people
who might have seen my shame - I'm going on with you. I never want
to see the old thing again."
"Anything smashed?" Graham inquired.
"It looks smashed. I can't tell."
It was not until the car was out of the ditch, and Clayton had
driven off in Graham's car toward the club that Delight remembered
her father's voice the day he had told her Graham would teach her
to drive. She stiffened and he was quick to see the change in her
manner. The total damage was one flat tire, and while the engine
was inflating it, he looked at her. She had grown to be quite
pretty. His eyes approved her.
"Better let me come round and give you a few lessons, Delight."
"I'd rather learn by myself, if you don't mind."
"You'll have a real smash unless you learn properly."
But she remained rather obstinately silent.
"What's the matter with me, Delight? You're not exactly crazy
about me, are you?"
"That's silly. I don't know anything about you any more."
"That's your fault.


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