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we can't get married tomorrow"
"Then you will? Oh, Linda"
He leaned over to take her in his arms, but Linda braced her hands against his chest and pushed back and he dropped his arms. "If this was all a big act to stampede me into agreeing to marry you, Peter Tattersall, I'm going to kill you, not marry you. Besides, you haven't asked me yet."
"No, it wasn'twell, yes, maybe a little. But not the part about Aunt Em. Anyway, will you marry me as soon asGod damn! What kind of a proposal is that?"
Joy, pain, and eagerness were so mixed in Peter's face and voice that Linda was torn between a need to comfort and a need to laugh. She compromised by smiling and saying softly, "I will marry you, Peter, as soon as we can be married without endangering your aunt's health."
"That's wonderful! Linda, you're wonderful! What an idiot I am. Why didn't I ask you sooner instead ofBut I couldn't believe you'd understand, that you'd be willing to put up with such an indefinite, long-range thing."
"It won't be as long-range as all that," Linda stated dryly. "And I hope it's not all that indefinite."
One thing Linda was sure she was going to organize before thinking about garbage was Peter. He might know where he was going and even how to get there, but Linda was positive the same goal could have been achieved with

 
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