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Rinehart, Mary Roberts, 1876-1958

"Dangerous Days"

Did he resent it? After dinner he asked him
if he cared to take a few days off, but the old butler shook his
head.
"I'm glad to have my work to keep me busy, sir," he said. "And
anyhow, in England, it's considered best to go on, quite as though
nothing had happened. It's better for the troops, sir."
There was a new softness and tolerance in Clayton that early spring.
He had mellowed, somehow, a mellowing that had nothing to do with
his new prosperity. In past times he had wondered how he would
stand financial success if it ever came. He had felt fairly sure
he could stand the other thing. But success - Now he found that it
only increased his sense of responsibility. He was, outside of the
war situation, as nearly happy as he had been in years. Natalie's
petulant moods, when they came, no longer annoyed him. He was
supported, had he only known it, by the strong inner life he was
living, a life that centered about his weekly meetings with Audrey.
Audrey gave him courage to go on.


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