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Rinehart, Mary Roberts, 1876-1958

"Dangerous Days"

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The strap descended. Even after Katie had rushed up the stairs and
locked herself in the room, she could hear, above Anna's cries, the
thud of the strap, relentless, terrible, lusty with cruelty.
Herman went to church the next morning. Lying in her bed, too sore
and bruised to move, Anna heard him carefully polishing his boots on
the side porch, heard him throw away the water after he had shaved,
heard at last the slam of the gate as he started, upright in his
Sunday clothes, for church.
Only when he had reached the end of the street, and Katie could see
him picking his way down the blackened hill, did she venture up with
a cup of coffee. Anna had to unlock her door to admit her, to
remove a further barricade of chairs. When Katie saw her she almost
dropped the cup.
"You poor little rat," she said compassionately. "Gee! He was
crazy. I never saw such a face. Gee!"
Anna said nothing. She dropped on the side of the bed and took the
coffee, drinking gingerly through a lip swollen and cut.


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