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Rinehart, Mary Roberts, 1876-1958

"Dangerous Days"

She made her indefinite appeal to the best that
was in him.
Nothing so ennobles a man as to have some woman believe in his
nobility.
"Clay," she said suddenly, "you are worrying about something."
"Nothing that won't straighten out, in time."
"Would it help to talk about it?"
He realized that he had really come to her to talk about it. It
had been in the back of his head all the time.
"I'm rather anxious about Graham."
"Toots Hayden?"
"Partly."
"I'm afraid she's got him, Clay. There isn't a trick in the game
she doesn't know. He had about as much chance as I have of being
twenty again. She wants to make a wealthy marriage, and she's
picked on Graham. That's all."
"It isn't only Marion. I'm afraid there's another girl, a girl at
the mill - his stenographer. I have no proof of anything. In fact,
I don't think there is anything yet. She's in love with him,
probably, or she thinks she is. I happened on them together, and
she looked - Of course, if what you say about Marion is true, he
can not care for her, even, well, in any way.


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