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Rinehart, Mary Roberts, 1876-1958

"Dangerous Days"

" But
her eyes were suddenly suspicious. There was something strange in
his voice.
"Let's forget that for a moment. Graham will make his own decision.
But, before we leave that, let me tell you that I love him as much
as you do. His going means exactly as much. It's only - "
"Another point we differ on," she finished for him. "Go on. You
are suddenly concerned about my happiness. I'm touched, Clay. You
have left me all winter to go out alone, or with anybody who might
be sorry enough for me to pick me up, and now?" Suddenly her eyes
sharpened, and she drew her breath quickly. "You've seen that
scandalous thing in the paper!"
"It was sent to me."
"Who sent it?"
"A firm of private detectives."
She was frightened, and the terror in her face brought him to her
quickly.
"Natalie! Don't look like that! I don't believe it, of course.
It's stupid. I wasn't going to tell you. You don't think I believe
it, do you?"
She let him put an arm around her and hold her, as he would a scared
child.


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