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you because last night you seemed dead set against telling anyone."
"Well, I'm not so sure I did right," Gertrude muttered. "He's that angry. He's fair wild! I didn't know what to say to him or how to calm him down. He was off to get Mrs. Bates's doctor to her, even though I told him and told him that she never touched a bite and that having the doctor would upset her more than anything else. I only stopped him by telling him to wait till you got back."
Gertrude's description of Peter's state seemed no exaggeration. As soon as Linda opened the door, he leapt to his feet and came forward, his brows drawn in a furious frown.
"Have you agreed to this lunacy too?" he roared.
"Oh, Mr. Peter," Gertrude hissed, shutting the door tight, "keep your voice down, do! She'll hear! You don't want her more upset, do you?"
With a visible effort, Peter lowered his voice. "Did you agree not to have a doctor look at Gert and to just let my aunt go her merry way?"
"I suppose I did," Linda said slowly, "but I don't think you need to worry about your aunt, and Gertrude made Gert promise to get a checkup today. Please sit down, Peter," she said as he made an impatient movement toward the door. She sat at the table herself, and after a moment he did too. "You really

 
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