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Rinehart, Mary Roberts, 1876-1958

"Dangerous Days"

But Anna's trouble, absurd as its cause seemed to
him, was his responsibility.
It ceased to be absurd, however, when he saw her discolored features.
It would be some time before she could even look for another
situation. Her face was a swollen mask, and since such attraction
as she had had for him had been due to a sort of evanescent
prettiness of youth, he felt a repulsion that he tried his best to
conceal.
"You poor little thing!" he said. "He's a brute. I'd like - " He
clenched his fists. "Well, I got you into it. I'm certainly going
to see you through."
She had lowered her veil quickly, and he felt easier. The telephone
booth was in the corner of a quiet hotel, and they were alone. He
patted her shoulder.
"I'll see you through," he repeated. "Don't you worry about anything.
Just lie low."
"See me through? How?"
"I can give you money; that's the least I can do. Until you are
able to work again." And as she drew away, "We'll call it a loan,
if that makes you feel better.


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