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Rinehart, Mary Roberts, 1876-1958

"Dangerous Days"

You haven't anything, have you?"
"He has everything I've earned.. I've never had a penny except
carfare."
"Poor little girl!" he said again.
She was still weak, he saw, and he led her into the deserted cafe.
He took a highball himself, not because he wanted it, but because
she refused to drink, at first. He had never before had a drink
in the morning, and he felt a warm and reckless glow to his very
finger-tips. Bending toward her, while the waiter's back was turned,
he kissed her marred and swollen cheek.
"To think I have brought you all this trouble!"
"You mustn't blame yourself."
"I do. But I'll make it up to you, Anna. Yon don't hate me for
it, do you?"
"Hate you! You know better than that."
"I'll come round to take you out now and then, in the evenings.
I don't want you to sit alone in that forsaken boarding-house and
mope." He drew out a bill-fold, and extracted some notes. "Don't
be silly," he protested, as she drew back. "It's the only way I
can get back my self-respect.


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