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Linda did not enjoy her day off as much as she had expected, and it annoyed her very much. In fact, she found the Tower of London fascinating. In the cool autumn in the middle of the week, there were no crowds, and she was able to examine to her heart's content the window Princess Elizabeth had scratched and the pathetic words scraped into the stone by other, less astute or less fortunate, prisoners. The trouble was that a shadow kept intruding on her minda shadow across a stair landing. |
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Her imagination was running wild, Linda kept telling herself as she waited to see the Crown Jewels. Mrs. Bates had not said a word that could even be misinterpreted into an accusation. She had actually recovered from the shock with remarkable resiliance and had been |
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