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Rinehart, Mary Roberts, 1876-1958

"Dangerous Days"

"And I think
I'm a clever woman."
"You're a very brave woman, Audrey," he said. "You'll let me come
back, won't you?"
"Heavens, yes. Whenever you like. And I'm going to stop being a
recluse. I just wanted to think over some things."
On the way home he stopped at his florist's, and ordered a mass of
American beauties for her on Christmas morning. She had sent her
love to Natalie, so that night he told Natalie he had seen her, and
such details of her life as he knew.
"I'm glad she's coming to her senses," Natalie said. "Everything's
been deadly dull without her. She always made things go - I don't
know just how," she added, as if she had been turning her over in
her mind. "What sort of business did she want to see you about?"
"She has a girl she wants to get into the mill."
"Good gracious, she must be changed," said Natalie. And proceeded
- she was ready to go out to dinner - to one of her long and critical
surveys of herself in the cheval mirror. Recently those surveys had
been rather getting on Clayton's nerves.


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