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case is to go into my aunt's stateroom, not with the large valises." |
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Linda turned in Peter's arms, gave him an enthusiastic but brief kiss, and shoved him away emphatically. "None of that, now," she said with mock severity. "Stop acting as if this were a Victorian melodrama and you a wicked lord kissing the housemaid. You know I" Her voice checked abruptly, and she turned her head. |
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"That's funny," Linda said, not answering Peter's question or his grin. "I thought I heard the door open and close. Maybe it was the bellboy for the luggage. Go and catch him if you can, Peter." |
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While she waited, Linda opened the bathroom door and checked in the medicine cabinet and on the shelves to be sure that nothing except hotel property remained. She was opening and closing every drawer in the night stand, bureau, and dresser when Peter returned with the boy. Once again, she counted the bags. All correct in number and appearance. |
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"Do you have a luggage truck?" she asked. |
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Linda hesitated, mentally arranging her stumbling Italian, but Peter translated for her. |
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"Si, signorina, avero," the boy replied. |
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Linda took the blue case in her hand and gestured toward the other bags. "Prender questi, per favore, e veniere," she said to the boy, who began to carry bags out and load them on the cart. "Was he heading for Mrs. Sotheby's room?" |
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