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Rinehart, Mary Roberts, 1876-1958

"Dangerous Days"


"Poor old Chris!" she said. "I've never told you the story, have I,
Clay? Of course I know perfectly well I haven't. There was another
woman. I think I could have understood it, perhaps, if she had been
a different sort of a woman. But - I suppose it hurt my pride. I
didn't love him. She was such a vulgar little thing. Not even
pretty. Just - woman."
He nodded.
"He was fastidious, too. I don't understand it. And he swears he
never cared for her. I don't believe he did, either. I suppose
there's no explanation for these things. They just happen. It's
the life we live, I dare say. When I look back - She's the girl
I sent into the mill."
He was distinctly shocked.
"But, Audrey," he protested, "you are not seeing her, are you?"
"Now and then. She has fastened herself on me, in a way. Don't
scowl like that. She says she is straight now and that she only
wants a chance to work. She's off the stage for good. She - danced.
That money I got from you was for her.


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