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Rinehart, Mary Roberts, 1876-1958

"Dangerous Days"

Rodney was looking slightly bored.
"Odd little place, isn't it?" Natalie offered after a second's
silence.
"Rather quaint, I think."
Natalie made a desperate effort to smooth over an awkward situation.
She turned to the clergyman.
"We heard you speaking. It was quite thrilling."
He smiled a little.
"Not so thrilling as this lady. She carried the crowd, absolutely."
Natalie turned and stared at Audrey, who was flushed with annoyance.
"You!" she said. "Do you mean to say you have been talking from that
wagon?"
"I haven't said it. But I have."
"For heaven's sake!" Then she laughed and glanced at Rodney. "Well,
if you won't tell on me, I'll not tell on you." And then seeing
Audrey straighten, "I don't mean that, of course. Clay's at a
meeting to-night, so I am having a holiday."
She moved on, always with the soft rustle, leaving behind her a
delicate whiff of violets and a wide-eyed clergyman, who stared
after her admiringly.
"What a beautiful woman!" he said.


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