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Rinehart, Mary Roberts, 1876-1958

"Dangerous Days"

Not that
they need it now, bless them!
"I believe you will be glad to know that I am to be on the same side
of the ocean with Graham. I could get to him, I think, if anything
should go wrong. Will you send him the enclosed address?
"But, my dear, the address is for him, not for you. You must not
write to me. I have used up every particle of moral courage I
possess, as it is. And I am holding this in my mind, as you must.
Time is a great healer of all wounds. We could have been happy
together; oh, my dear, so very happy together! Now that I am going,
let me be frank for once. I have given you the finest thing I am
capable of. I am better for caring for you as I have, as I do.
"But those days in the hospital told me we couldn't go on. Things
like that don't stand still. Maybe - we are only human, Clay - maybe
if the old days were still here we might have compromised with life.
I don't know. But I do know that we never will, now.
"After all, we have had a great deal, and we still have.


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