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Rinehart, Mary Roberts, 1876-1958

"Dangerous Days"

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"I wish you wouldn't, Rodney. It's so - cheap."
It was cheap. It was the old game of talking around conversational
corners, of whispering behind mental doors. It was insidious,
dangerous, and tantalizing. It made between them a bond of lowered
voices, of being on the edge of things. Their danger was as spurious
as their passion, but Natalie, without humor and without imagination,
found the sense of insecurity vaguely attractive.
Fundamentally cold, she liked the idea of playing with fire;


CHAPTER XXIV
When war was not immediately declared the rector, who on the Sunday
following that eventful Saturday of the President's speech to
Congress had preached a rousing call to arms, began to feel a bit
sheepish about it.
"War or no war, my dear," he said to Delight, "it made them think
for as much as an hour. And I can change it somewhat, and use it
again, if the time really comes."
"Second-hand stuff!" she scoffed. "You with your old sermons, and
Mother with my old dresses! But it was a good sermon," she added.


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