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Rinehart, Mary Roberts, 1876-1958

"Dangerous Days"

"
His mouth felt dry. Audrey - disgraceful!
"It was in the stable, you know, I told you. And just at midnight
the doors opened and a big white horse leaped in with Audrey on his
back. No saddle - nothing. She was dressed like a bare-back rider
in the circus, short tulle skirts and tights. They nearly mobbed
her with joy." She yawned. "Well, I'm off to bed."
He roused himself.
"A happy New-year, my dear."
"Thanks," she said, and wandered out, her absurd feathered tail
trailing behind her.
He lay back and closed his eyes. So Audrey had done that, Audrey,
who had been in his mind all those sleepless hours; for he knew now
that back of all his resolutions to do better had been the thought
of her.
He felt disappointed and bitter. The sad disillusion of the middle
years, still heroically clinging to faiths that one after another
destroyed themselves, was his.


CHAPTER XVIII
Audrey was frightened. She did not care a penny's worth what her
little world thought.


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