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Rinehart, Mary Roberts, 1876-1958

"Dangerous Days"

But she was quick to realize that she had
him at a disadvantage.
"How long have you known it?" she asked him that night, when, after
the long dinner was over, she sat with her elbows on the table and
faced him across the candles.
He was tired and depressed, and his fine face looked drawn. But he
roused and smiled across at her. He had begun to have a feeling
that he must make up to Natalie for something - he hardly knew for
what.
"Known what, dear?"
"About Chris and Audrey?"
He was fundamentally honest, so he answered her directly.
"Since the day Chris left."
"When was that?"
"The day we dined there."
"And Audrey told you?"
"She had to, in a way. I'm sure she'll tell you herself. She's
been rather hiding away, I imagine."
"Why did she have to tell you?"
"If you want the exact truth, she borrowed a small sum from me, as
the banks were closed, naturally. There was some emergency - I
don't know what."
"She borrowed from you!"
"A very small amount, my dear.


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