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Rinehart, Mary Roberts, 1876-1958

"Dangerous Days"

Audrey sat down and surveyed him as he
stood by the fire.
"It is nice to have a man about again."
"Do you mean to say you have been living here, without even visitors,
for two months?"
"You'll laugh. Clay, I'm studying!"
"Studying! What?"
"Stenography. Oh, it's not as bad as that. I don't have to earn
my living. I've just got to do something for my soul's sake. I
went all over the ground, and I saw I was just a cumberer of the
earth, and then I thought - "
She hesitated.
"What did you think?"
"If, some time or other, I could release a man to go and fight, it
would be the next best thing to giving myself. Not here,
necessarily; I don't believe we will ever go in. But in England,
anywhere."
"You've released Chris."
"He released himself. And he's not fighting. He's driving an
ambulance."
He waited, hoping she would go on. He was not curious, but he
thought it might be good for her to talk Chris and the trouble over
with some one. But she sat silent, and suddenly asked him if he
cared for tea.


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