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Rinehart, Mary Roberts, 1876-1958

"Dangerous Days"

Spencer."
"What was it?"
"Lady called up, from a pay phone. She left her number and said
she'd wait." Joey lowered his voice confidentially. "Sounded like
Miss Klein," he volunteered.
He was extremely resentful when Graham sent him away on an errand.
And Graham himself frowned as he called the number on the pad. It
was like a girl, this breaking off clean and then telephoning,
instead of letting the thing go, once and for all. But his face
changed as he heard Anna's brief story over the wire.
"Of course I'll come," he said. "I'm pretty busy, but I can steal
a half-hour. Don't you worry. We'll fix it up some way."
He was more concerned than deeply anxious when he rang off. It was
unfortunate, that was all. And the father was a German swine, and
ought to be beaten himself. To think that his Christmas gift had
brought her to such a pass! A leather strap! God!
He was vaguely uneasy, however. He had a sense of a situation being
forced on him. He knew, too, that Clayton was waiting for him at
the new plant.


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