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Rinehart, Mary Roberts, 1876-1958

"Dangerous Days"

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"Do you really want to tell me?"
"No. But I've got to. That's all."
He told her. He made no case for himself. Indeed, some of it
Delight understood far better than he did himself. He said
nothing against Marion; on the contrary, he blamed himself rather
severely. And behind his honest, halting sentences, Delight read
his own lack of understanding. She felt infinitely older than this
tall, honest-eyed boy in his stained uniform - older and more
sophisticated. But if she had understood the Marion Hayden
situation, she was totally at a loss as to Anna.
"But I don't understand!" she cried. "How could you make love to
her if you didn't love her?"
"I don't know. Fellows do those things. It's just mischief - some
sort of a devil in them, I suppose."
When he reached the beating and Anna's flight, however, she
understood a little better.
"Of course you had to stand by her," she agreed.
"You haven't heard it all," he said quietly. "When I'm through,
if you get up and leave me, I'll understand, Delight, and I won't
blame you.


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