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Rinehart, Mary Roberts, 1876-1958

"Dangerous Days"

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"You ought not to know that side of life."
She laughed a little bitterly.
"Not know it!" she said. "I've had to know it. I learned it pretty
well, too. And don't make any mistake, Clay." She looked up at him
with her clear, understanding gaze. "Being good, decent, with a lot
of people is only the lack of temptation. Only, thank God, there are
some who have the strength to withstand it when it comes."
And he read in her clear eyes her promise and her understanding;
that they loved each other, that it was the one big thing in both
their lives, but that between them there would be only the secret
inner knowledge of that love. There would be no shipwreck. And
for what she gave, she demanded his strength and his promise. It
was to what he read in her face, not to her words, that he replied:
"I'll do my very best, Audrey dear."
He went back to her rooms with her, and she made him tea, while he
built the fire in the open fireplace and nursed it tenderly to a
healthy strength.


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