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Rinehart, Mary Roberts, 1876-1958

"Dangerous Days"

And on the fourth one she said she had
a toothache and sat outside on the steps. Well, daddy?"
"Do you see anything of Graham Spencer now?"
"Very little." She looked at him with frank eyes. "He has changed
somehow, daddy. When we do meet he is queer. I sometimes think he
avoids me."
He fell back on his noiseless whistling. And Delight, who knew his
every mood, got up and perched herself on the arm of his chair.
"Don't you get to thinking things," she said. And slipped an arm
around his neck.
"I did think, in the winter - "
"I'll tell you about that," she broke in, bravely. "I suppose, if
he'd cared for me at all, I'd have been crazy about him. It isn't
because he's good looking. I - well, I don't know why. I just
know, as long as I can remember, I - however, that's not important.
He thinks I'm a nice little thing and lets it go at that. It's a
good bit worse, of course, than having him hate me."
"Sometimes I think you are not very happy."
"I'm happier than I would be trying to make him fall in love with
me.


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