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she would go on sleeping with him whenever he wanted, with or without marriage, she found herself with nothing to saycompletely deflated by his final sentences. |
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''Don't split hairs. You know my aunt is a different generation from us. She doesn't think the way we do. If you leave her and marry me, she'llshe'll have a fit. She'll think it unsuitable and be bitterly angry with both of us. I can't bear for her to be hurt and angry, to feel that she'd been used and deceived. What are we going to do?" |
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"Avoid each other like the plague." Linda put a hand up to cover Peter's mouth and still his angry protest. Then she shook her head warningly. "Otherwise, if you're going to look at me all the time the way you're looking at me right now, your aunt is going to know what you're thinking in two minutes. She's very clever, you know." |
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Peter grinned. "She knows that already. You're the only one that didn't notice right away. That first Sunday we had dinner together, Rose-Anne told me to stop undressing you in public. That's what we argued about. But Rose-Anne has a dirty mind. To her, my intentions had to be dishonorable because you were an employee. Aunt Em just warned me that she wouldn't stand for any hankypanky. She said you were a nice girl and I wasn't to shock you." |
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They both giggled over that, but Linda's laughter cut off mid-chuckle. "You know," she said, |
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