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Rinehart, Mary Roberts, 1876-1958

"Dangerous Days"

She would -
Suddenly she remembered Chris. Perhaps she did not know how to
hold a man's love. She had not held him. He had protested that
she was the only woman he had ever loved, but all the time there
had been that other girl. How account for her, then?
"He did not think of me," she reflected defiantly, "I shall not
think of him."
She was ashamed of that instantly. After all, Chris was doing a
man's part now. She was no longer angry with him. She had written
him that, over and over, in the long letters she had made a point
of sending him. Only, she did not love him any more. She thought
now that she never had loved him.
What about the time when he came back? What would she do then?
She shivered.
But Chris, after all, was not to come back. He would never come
back again. The cable was there when she reached her apartment
- a cold statement, irrefutable, final.
She had put the flowers on the table and had raised her hands to
unpin her hat when she saw it.


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