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Rinehart, Mary Roberts, 1876-1958

"Dangerous Days"

They really ought to send bills in blank envelopes."
"But you have to give them to him eventually, don't you?"
"I can choose my moment. And it is never in the morning. He's
rather awful in the morning."
"Awful?"
"Oh, not ugly. Just quiet. I hate a man who doesn't talk in the
mornings. But then, for months, he hasn't really talked at all.
That's why" - she was rather breathless - "that's why I went out
with Rodney last night."
"I don't think Clayton would mind, if you told him first. It's
your own affair, of course, but it doesn't seem quite fair to him."
"Oh, of course you'd side with him. Women always side with the
husband."
"I don't 'side' with any one," Audrey protested. "But I am sure,
if he realized that you are lonely - "
Suddenly she realized that Natalie was crying. Not much, but enough
to force her, to dab her eyes carefully through her veil.
"I'm awfully unhappy, Audrey," she said. "Everything's wrong, and
I don't know why. What have I done? I try and try and things just
get worse.


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