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Rinehart, Mary Roberts, 1876-1958

"Dangerous Days"

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"Precisely. Only he may not see it that way."
He took a step toward her.
"Mother, do you really want me to marry Marion?"
"I think you ought to be married."
"To Marion?"
"To some one you love."
"Circles again," he muttered. "You've changed your mind, for some
reason. What is it, mother?"
He had an uneasy thought that she might have learned of Anna. There
was that day, for instance, when his father had walked into the
back room.
Natalie was following a train of thought suggested by her own anxiety.
"You might be married quietly," she suggested. "Once it was done,
I am sure your father would come around. You are both of age, you
know."
He eyed her then with open-eyed amazement.
"Tm darned if I understand you," he burst out. And then, in one of
his quick remorses, "I'm sorry, mother. I'm just puzzled, that's
all. But that plan's no good, anyhow. Marion won't do it. She
will have to be welcome in the family, or she won't come."
"She ought to be glad to come any way she can," Natalie said sharply.


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