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don't you dare tell Miss Linda to quit." |
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"I don't care whether he tells me to or not," Linda said, smiling. "I'm not going to quit, so long as my staying doesn't endanger Mrs. Bates." Peter tightened his grip on her and she looked up at him. "Don't you worry about me, Peter. I've been traveling around alone for quite a while. I know how to take care of myself." |
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"A stud is one thing; this is another," Peter growled. For a moment he looked as if he were about to say something else, but he didn't, and after a moment he released Linda and returned to his seat. "Well, that tears it," he said after a short pause. "I hadn't intended to come out to Corfu this year. We're busier than a three-legged dog with an itch and I can't really afford to take more time off, but" He sighed. "But I'm not going to see you take that trip alone or wander around that barn of a house with no protection. You'd better reserve for me as well as for Rose-Anne and Donald." |
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Linda thought briefly of protesting that the general would be there and repeating that she could take care of herself, but she didn't. For one thing, she doubted Peter would pay any more attention to what she said this time than he had previously; for another, she was too eager for Peter's company to suggest the sacrifice. His employer would just have to manage without him since, from the way he spoke, there didn't seem to be any danger that |
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