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impression on her. Others were leaving the ballroom and almost certainly some would choose to walk along the promenade decks. Actually, what drew Linda's attention was the fact that there were no sounds of footsteps. She glanced over her shoulder casually as she walked, then stopped and peered. Was that a shadow moving? |
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Her first impulse was to wait for whoever it was to catch up. Then she smiled to herself and started off again. Probably it was that silly boy, and she certainly didn't wish to encourage him by waiting. She moved on briskly, breathing deeply and looking out at the horizon where the stars seemed to lie almost in the sea. When it was clear that no one was following her, she stopped and stood by the rail for a while. Now her feet ached a bit, and she could feel the muscles of her calves and thighs quiver with tiredness. |
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Much more slowly now, Linda made her way to another companionway and went down to her own deck level. She had lost her orientation and was not sure where her cabin was, so she moved close to the inner wall to see the numbers of the passages. To her chagrin, she found she was on the opposite side of the ship. Linda paused. It was, of course, possible to walk across through the passageway. That would shorten the distance butshe looked out at the dark sea againit was such a lovely night. Better to put a cap of beauty on it. Smiling and humming "Good Night Sweetheart" to herself, Linda strolled along the deck. |
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