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Rinehart, Mary Roberts, 1876-1958

"Dangerous Days"

I've told you, over and over, I'm not going
out. It isn't decent this year, in my opinion. And, anyhow, I
haven't any money, any clothes, any anything. A bad evening at
bridge, and I shouldn't be able to pay my rent."
"That's nonsense. Why do you let people say you are moping about
Chris? You're not."
"Of course not."
She sat up.
"What else are they saying?"
"Well, there's some talk, naturally. You can't be as popular as
you have been, and then just drop out, without some gossip. It's
not bad."
"What sort of talk?"
He was very uncomfortable.
"Well, of course, you have been pretty strong on the war stuff?"
"Oh, they think I sent him!"
"If only you wouldn't hide, Audrey. That's what has made the talk.
It's not Chris's going."
"I'm not hiding. That's idiotic. I was bored to death, if you want
the truth. Look here, Rodney. You're not being honest. What do
they say about Chris and myself?"
He was cornered.
"Is it - about another woman?"
"Well, of course now and then - there are always such stories.


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