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Rinehart, Mary Roberts, 1876-1958

"Dangerous Days"

And the boy was not like her in that respect.
He regarded a promise as almost in the nature of an oath. He
himself had taught him that in the creed of a gentleman a promise
was a thing of his honor, to be kept at any cost.
"You are compelling me to do a strange and hateful thing," he said.
"If you intend to use your influence to keep him out, I shall have
to offset it by urging him to go. That is putting a very terrible
responsibility on me."
He heard her draw her breath sharply.
"If you do that I shall leave you," she said, in a frozen voice.
Suddenly he felt sorry for her. She was so weak, so childish, so
cowardly. And this was the nearest they had come to a complete
break.
"You're tired and nervous," he said. "We have come a long way from
what I started out to say. And a long way from - the way things
used to be between us. If this thing, to-night, does not bring two
people together - "
"Together!" she cried shrilly. "When have we been together? Not
in years.


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