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"Maybe you'll think I'm richor maybe only just wealthy. I'm worth a few million." |
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"Million?" Peter repeated, then exploded, "What the hell were you doing working for my aunt and borrowing money for an evening skirt?" |
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Linda knew she looked sheepish; she felt silly. "II just wanted a job. I wanted to do something really demeaning to make me appreciate what I had." A gobbling sound of pure incredulity came from Peter and she hurried on, trying to make what she had done sound reasonable. "I thought I needed a worm's eye view of life and I thought the lowest worm you could be was a companion, so . . . well, who would hire me as a companion if she knew I had money or turned up in a Dior dress?" |
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Peter found his voice. "You're nuts!" |
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"I am not!" Linda said indignantly. "You have money tooor at least I guess you have a good business from the style in which your aunt livedbut you always worked for it. I was just born with it. I" |
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"Do your parentsthe ones you told Aunt Em were deadknow about this?" |
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Linda drew herself up righteously. "I do not tell lies. My parents are dead. They died when I was about a year old." Then she grinned at Peter. "Of course, my Aunt Evelyn and Uncle Abe, who brought me up, would agree with you. But I didn't tell them. I wasn't doing anything criminal, you know. I just wanted to find out what I was good forand I found out. I'm |
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