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Rinehart, Mary Roberts, 1876-1958

"Dangerous Days"


"I'll tell you exactly," she said, slowly. "At first I thought it
was just an infatuation. And - you really are young, Graham,
although you look and act like such a man. But I feel, now that
time has gone on and you still care about her, that after all, your
happiness is all that matters."
"Mother!"
But she held up her hand.
"Remember, I am only speaking for myself. My dearest wish is to
make you happy. You are all I have. But I cannot help you very
much. Your father looks at those things differently. He doesn't
quite realize that you are grown up, and have a right to decide
some things for yourself."
"He has moved me up, raised my salary."
"That's different. You're valuable to him, naturally. I don't mean
he doesn't love you," she added hastily, as Graham wheeled and
stared at her. "Of course he does, in his own way. It's not my way,
but then - I'm only a woman and a mother."
"You think he'll object?"
"I think he must be handled. If you rush at him, and demand the
right to live your own life - "
"It is my life.


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