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Rinehart, Mary Roberts, 1876-1958

"Dangerous Days"


He roused himself.
"You think you are really in love with her?"
"I want her. I know that."
"That's different. That's - you are too young to know what you
want."
"I ought to be married. It would settle me. I'm sick of batting
round."
"You want to marry before you enter the army?"
"Yes."
"Do you think for a moment that your wife will be willing to let
you go?"
Graham straightened himself.
"She would have to let me go."
And in sheer despair, Clayton played his last card. Played it, and
regretted it bitterly a moment later.
"We must get this straight, Graham. It's not a question of your
entering the army or not doing it. It's a question of your
happiness. Marriage is a matter of a life-time. It's got to be
based on something more than - " he hesitated. "And your mother?"
"Please go on."
"You have just said that your mother does not want you to go into
the army. Has it occurred to you she would even see you married
to a girl she detests, to keep you at home?"
Graham's face hardened.


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