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Rinehart, Mary Roberts, 1876-1958

"Dangerous Days"

Then he
went slowly back to her.
"I'm not good enough for you to be engaged to, Marion," he said.
"I - don't you want to call it a day?"
She was really terrified then. She went white and again, miserably,
he mistook her agitation for something deeper.
"You want to break the engagement?"
"Not if you still want me. I only mean - I'm a pretty poor sort.
You ought to have the best, and God help this country if I'm the
best."
"Graham, you're in some sort of trouble?"
He drew himself up in boyish bravado. He could not tell her the
truth. It opened up too hideous a vista. Even his consciousness
of the fact that the affair with Anna was still innocent did not
dull his full knowledge of whither it was trending. He was cold
and wretched.
"It's nothing," he muttered.
"You can tell me. You can tell me anything. I know a lot, you see.
I'm no silly kitten. If you're in a fix, I'll help you. I don't
care what it is, I'll help you. I? I'm crazy about you, Graham.


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