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Rinehart, Mary Roberts, 1876-1958

"Dangerous Days"

He got as far as the
door, hesitated, turned back.
It was Marion herself who solved the mystery of Natalie's changed
attitude, when Graham told of it that night. She sat listening, her
eyes slightly narrowed, restlessly turning her engagement ring.
"Well, at least that's something," she said, noncommittally. But
in her heart she knew, as one designing woman may know another. She
knew that Natalie had made Graham promise not to enlist at once, if
war was declared, and now she knew that she was desperately
preparing to carry her fear for Graham a step further, even at the
cost of having her in the family.
She smiled wryly. But there was triumph in the smile, too. She had
them now. The time would come when they would crawl to her to marry
Graham, to keep him from going to war. Then she would make her own
terms.
In the meantime the thing was to hold him by every art she knew.
There was another girl, somewhere. She had been more frightened
about that than she cared to admit, even to herself.


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