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Rinehart, Mary Roberts, 1876-1958

"Dangerous Days"

If you would
only be ordinarily civil to her - oh, don't you see? She could
keep Graham from going into this idiotic war. You can't. I
can't. I've tried everything I know. And she knows she can.
She's - hateful about it."
"And you would marry him to that sort of a girl?"
"I'd keep him from being blinded, or mutilated, or being killed."
"You can kill his soul."
"His soul!" She burst into hysterical laughter. "You to talk about
souls! That's - that's funny."
"Natalie, dear." He was very grave, very gentle. "Has it occurred
to you that we are hitting it off rather badly lately?"
She looked at him quickly.
"How? Because I don't think as you do? We got on well enough
before this war came along."
"Do you think it is only that?"
"If it's the house, just remember you gave me carte blanche there."
He made a little gesture of despair.
"I just thought perhaps you are not as happy as you might be."
"Happiness again! Did you come up-stairs to-night, with this thing
hanging over us, to talk about happiness? That's funny, too.


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