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Rinehart, Mary Roberts, 1876-1958

"Dangerous Days"

Sorry for her craven spirit. Sorry even with
an understanding that came from his own fears. Sorry for her, that
she had remained an essential child in a time that would tax the
utmost maturity. She was a child. Even her selfishness was the
selfishness of a spoiled child. She craved things, and the spirit,
the essence of life, escaped her.
And beside him was Audrey, valiant-eyed, courageous, honest. Natalie
and Audrey! Some time during the evening his thoughts took this
form: that there were two sorts of people in the world: those who
seized their own happiness, at any cost; and those who saw the
promised land from a far hill, and having seen it, turned back.


CHAPTER XXXI
Graham was waiting in Clayton's dressing-room when he went up-stairs.
Through the closed door they could hear Natalie's sleepy and rather
fretful orders to her maid. Graham rose when he entered, and threw
away his cigaret.
"I guess it has come, father."
"It looks like it."
A great wave of tenderness for the boy flooded over him.


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