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Rinehart, Mary Roberts, 1876-1958

"Dangerous Days"

You know that, Natalie. I'm only regretful that you
have let me place you in an uncomfortable position. If my being
here is known - Look here, Natalie, dear, I hate to bother you, but
I'll have to take one of the cars and go back to the city to-night."
"Aren't you being rather absurd?"
He hesitated. He could not tell her of that awkward talk with Nolan.
There were many things he would not tell her; his own desire to
rehabilitate himself among the men he knew, his own new-born feeling
that to take advantage of Clayton's absence on business connected
with the war was peculiarly indefensible.
"I shall order the car at once," she said, and touched a bell. When
she turned he was just behind her, but altho he held out his arms
she evaded them, her eyes hard and angry.
"I wish you would try to understand," he said.
"I do, very thoroughly. Too thoroughly. You are afraid for
yourself, not for me. I am in trouble, but that is a secondary
consideration. Don't bother about me, Rodney.


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