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Rinehart, Mary Roberts, 1876-1958

"Dangerous Days"

He had preferred
his club, when he had a little time, the society of other men.
He wondered if he should call Natalie and tell her. But he decided
against it. It was possible, for one thing, that Audrey still did
not wish her presence in town known. If she did, she would tell
Natalie herself. And it was possible, too, that she wanted to
discuss Chris, and the reason for his going.
He felt a real sense of relief, when at last he saw her, to find
her looking much the same as ever. He hardly knew what he had
expected. Audrey, having warned him as to the apartment, did not
mention its poverty again. It was a tiny little place, but it had
an open fire in the living-room, and plain, pale-yellow walls, and
she had given it that curious air of distinction with which she
managed, in her casual way, to invest everything about her.
"I hope you observe how neat I am," she said, as she gave him her
hand. "My rooms, of course."
"Frightfully so."
He towered in the low room.


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