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Rinehart, Mary Roberts, 1876-1958

"Dangerous Days"

He's the
sort who wants to choose his son's wife for him. He'd like to play
Providence." She watched him, smiling, but with slightly narrowed
eyes. "I rather think he has somebody in mind for you now."
"I don't believe it."
"Of course you don't. But he has."
"Who?"
"Delight. She's exactly the sort he thinks you'll need. He still
thinks you are a little boy, Graham, so he picks out a nice little
girl for you. Such a nice little girl."
The amused contempt in her voice made him angry - for Delight rather
than himself. He was extremely grown-up and dignified the rest of
the afternoon; he stood very tall and straight, and spoke in his
deepest voice.
It became rather an obsession in him to prove his manhood, and added
to that was the effect of Marion's constant, insidious appeal to the
surging blood of his youth. And, day after day, he was shut in his
office with Anna Klein.
He thought he was madly in love with Marion. He knew that he was
not at all in love with Anna Klein.


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