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Rinehart, Mary Roberts, 1876-1958

"Dangerous Days"


But none came.
"He's not doing very well, is he?"
"He's not failing entirely. But he gives the best of himself
outside the mill. That's all."
She puzzled him. Had she heard of Marion?
"Don't you think, if he was away from this silly crowd he plays
with, as he calls it, that he would be better off?"
"Where, for instance?"
"You keep an agent in England. He could go there. Or to Russia,
if the Russian contract goes through."
He was still puzzled.
"But why England or Russia?"
"Anywhere out of this country."
"He doesn't have to leave this country to get away from a designing
woman."
From her astonished expression, he knew that he had been wrong. She
was not trying to get him away from Marion. From what?
She bent forward, her face set hard.
"What woman?"
Well, it was out. She might as well know it. "Don't you think it
possible, Natalie, that he may intend to marry Marion Hayden?"
There was a very unpleasant half-hour after that. Marion was a
parasite of the rich.


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