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but the expression was wiped to bland attention before she could be certain. She prodded him with, "And someone tried to get into her suite last night." |
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"How do you know that?" Peter's voice was sharp. |
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"Mrs. Bates told me," Linda snapped. "She thought I was checking on her and scolded me for waking her." |
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"Did Aunt Em say someone tried to get in?" |
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Linda blinked at the nitpicking and then, wondering whether it had a purpose she didn't understand, said, "No. After I told her I was asleep by thenwhich I should have beenshe said it must have been a tipsy fellow passenger, but I don't believe that. She may not either. She certainly didn't object as she usually does when I offered to stay around today." |
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To this Peter made no reply except to shake his head. Linda thought he was angry, but they arrived at the shuffleboard courts at that moment and it was impossible for her to discover why or at whom he was annoyed. The game was a good idea. It gave Linda an opportunity to express her own bad temper in an acceptable manner, and she played so furiously that, although she and Peter did lose, it was only by one unlucky point at the very end. |
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They all came in to lunch in restored good humor, describing their games in strophe and antistrophe throughout the meal to a willing and indulgent audience. After the meal, Linda saw Mrs. Bates to her cabin for her after-lunch |
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