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Rinehart, Mary Roberts, 1876-1958

"Dangerous Days"

After a time he dozed, and Anna,
watching him, made an attempt at flight. He caught her on the rear
platform, however, with a clutch that sickened her. The conductor
eyed them with the scant curiosity of two o'clock in the morning,
when all the waking world is awry.
At last they were climbing the hill to the cottage, while behind
and below them the Spencer furnaces sent out their orange and
violet flames, and the roar of the blast sounded like the coming of
a mighty wind.
The cottage was dark. Rudolph put down the suitcase, and called
Herman softly through his hands. Above they could hear him moving,
and his angry voice came through the open window.
"What you want?"
"Come down. It's Rudolph."
But when he turned Anna was lying in a dead faint on the garden path,
a crumpled little heap of blissful forgetfulness. When Herman came
down, it was to find Rudolph standing over her, the suitcase still
in his hand, and an ugly scowl on his face.
"Well, I got her," he said.


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