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Rinehart, Mary Roberts, 1876-1958

"Dangerous Days"

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He broke out then into a wild appeal. He wanted to get away. He
was making a mess of all sorts of things. He wasn't any good. He
would try to make good in the army. Maybe it was only the
adventure he wanted - he didn't know. He hadn't gone into that.
He hated the Germans. He wanted one chance at them, anyhow. They
were beasts.
Clayton, listening, was amazed at the depth of feeling and anger in
his voice.
"I'll talk to your mother," he agreed, when the boy's passion had
spent itself. "I think she will release you." But he was less
certain than he pretended to be. He remembered Natalie's drooping
eyelids that night at dinner. She might absolve him from the
promise, but there were other ways of holding him back than promises.
"Perhaps we would better go into the situation thoroughly," he
suggested. "I have rather understood, lately, that you - what about
Marion Hayden, Graham?"
"I'm engaged to her."
There was rather a long pause. Clayton's face was expressionless.


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