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Rinehart, Mary Roberts, 1876-1958

"Dangerous Days"


"So the mill gave it to you, eh? That's a lie, and you know it."
"I'll tell you, Rudolph," she temporized. "Only don't tell father.
All the girls have watches, and I wanted one. So I bought it."
"That's a lie, too."
"On the installment plan," she insisted. "A dollar a week, that's
straight. I've paid five on it already."
He was almost convinced, not quite. He unfastened it awkwardly and
took it off her wrist. It was a plain little octagonal watch, and
on the back was a monogram. The monogram made him suspicious again.
"It's only gold filled, Rudolph."
"Pretty classy monogram for a cheap watch." He held it close; on
the dial was the jeweler's name, a famous one. He said nothing
more, put it back on Anna's arm and released her. At the next
corner he left her, with a civil enough good-bye, but with rage in
his heart.


CHAPTER XVII
The New-year, destined to be so crucial, came in cheerfully enough.
There was, to be sure, a trifle less ostentation in the public
celebrations, but the usual amount of champagne brought in the most
vital year in the history of the nation.


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