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Rinehart, Mary Roberts, 1876-1958

"Dangerous Days"

For a half-hour she looked
at blueprints and water-color sketches, heard Rodney's taste
extolled, listened to plans for a house-party which she gathered
was, rather belatedly, to include her. And through it all she was
saying to herself,
"This is his wife. This is the woman he loves. He has had a child
by her. He is building this house for her. He goes into her room
as Chris came into mine. And she is not good enough. She is not
good enough."
Now that she had seen Natalie, she knew why she had not seen her
before. She was jealous of her. Jealous and contemptuous. Suddenly
she hated Natalie. She hated her because she was Clayton
Spencer's wife, with all that that implied. She hated her because
she was unworthy of him. She hated her because she loved Clay, and
hated her more because she loved herself more than she loved him.
Audrey sat back in her chair and saw that she had traveled a long
way along a tragic road. For the first time in her brave and
reckless life she was frightened.


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