Dangerous Days by Mary Roberts Rinehart
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So she watched Graham and listened. He was a nice boy and a
handsome one. Also he promised to be sole heir to a great business. If the war only lasted long enough - "Imagine your knowing all those things," she said admiringly. "You're a partner, aren't you?" He flushed slightly. "Not yet. But of course I shall be." "When you really get going, I wonder if you will take me round and show me how shells are made. I'm the most ignorant person you ever knew." "I'll be awfully glad to." "Very well. For that promise you shall have a highball. You're an awful dear, you know." She placed a slim hand on his shoulder and patted it. Then, leaning rather heavily on him for support, she got to her feet. "We'll go in and stir up some of the lovers," she suggested. "And if Tommy Hale hasn't burned up the piano we can dance a bit. You dance divinely, you know." It was after seven when he reached home. He felt every inch a man. He held himself very straight as he entered the house, and the boyish grin with which he customarily greeted the butler had given |
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