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Rinehart, Mary Roberts, 1876-1958

"Dangerous Days"

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"You have nothing to blame yourself for, Audrey."
"Well, I do, rather. But that's not the point. Sometimes when I
am alone I have wicked thoughts, you know, Clay. I'm reckless, and
sometimes I think maybe there is only one life, and why not get
happiness out of it. I realize that, but for some little kink in
my brain, I might be in Clare's position. So I don't turn her out.
She's a poor, cheap thing, but - well, she is fond of me. If I
had children - it's funny, but I rather mother her! And she's
straight now, straight as a string!"
She was sensitive to his every thought, and she knew by the very
change in the angle of his head that he was thinking that over and
not entirely approving. But he said finally:
"You're a big woman, Audrey."
"But you don't like it!"
"I don't like her troubling you."
"Troubling me! She doesn't borrow money, you know. Why, she makes
more money from your plant than I have to live on! And she brings
me presents of flowers and the most awful embroidery, that she does
herself.


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