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Rinehart, Mary Roberts, 1876-1958

"Dangerous Days"

She was even trembling. She
lighted a cigaret from the stand at Natalie's elbow to steady
herself.
Natalie chattered on, and Audrey gave her the occasional nod that
was all she needed. She thought,
"Does he know about her? Is he still fooled? She is almost
beautiful. Rodney is falling in love with her, probably. Does he
know that? Will he care terribly if he finds it out? She looks
cold, but one can't tell, and some men - has she a drop of honest,
unselfish passion in her?"
She got up suddenly.
"Heavens, how late it is!" she said. "I must run on."
"Why not stay on to dinner? Graham is seldom home, and we can talk,
if Clay doesn't."
The temptation to see Clay again was strong in Audrey. But suddenly
she knew that she did not want to see them together, in the intimacy
of their home. She did not want to sit between them at dinner, and
then go away, leaving them there together. And something
fundamentally honest in her told her that she had no right to sit at
their table.


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