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Rinehart, Mary Roberts, 1876-1958

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True indeed, I reflected, with my Check Book in my hand.
Ah, would that some power had whispered in my ear "No. By purchacing
the above car you are endangering that which lies near to your Heart and
Mind. Be warned in time."
But no sign came. No warning hand was outstretched to put my Check Book
back in my pocket book. I wrote the Check and sealed my doom.
How weak is human nature! It is terrable to remember the rapture of that
moment, and compare it with my condition now, with no Allowence, with
my faith gone and my heart in fragments. And with, alas, another year of
school.
As we were going to the country in but a few days, I aranged to leave
my new Possesion, merely learning to drive it meanwhile, and having my
first lesson the next day.
"Dearest," Jane said as we left. "I am thriled to the depths. The way
you do things is wonderfull. You have no fear, none whatever. With
your father's Revenge hanging over you, and to secrets, you are calm.
Perfectly calm."
"I fear I am reckless, Jane," I said, wistfully. "I am not brave. I am
reckless, and also desparate."
"You poor darling!" she said, in a broken voice. "When I think of all
you are suffering, and then see your smile, my Heart aches for you."
We then went in and had some ice cream soda, which I paid for, Jane
having nothing but a dollar, which she needed for a manacure. I also
bought a key ring for Tom, feeling that he should have somthing of mine,
a token, in exchange for the Frat pin.


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