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Rinehart, Mary Roberts, 1876-1958

"Dangerous Days"

But she helped to relieve the
office tedium.
He was often aware, sitting at his desk, with Anna before him,
notebook in hand, that while he read his letters her eyes were on
him. More than once he met them, and there was something in them
that healed his wounded vanity. He was a man to her. He was
indeed almost a god, but that he did not know. In his present
frame of mind, he would have accepted even that, however.
Then, one day he kissed her. She was standing very close, and the
impulse was quick and irresistible. She made no effort to leave
his arms, and he kissed her again.
"Like me a little, do you?" he had asked, smiling into her eyes.
"Oh, I do, I do!" she had replied, hoarsely.
It was almost an exact reversal of his relationship with Marion.
There the huskiness was his, the triumphant smile was Marion's. And
the feeling of being adored without stint or reservation warmed him.
He released her then, but their relationship had taken on a new
phase. He would stand against the outer door, to prevent its sudden
opening.


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