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again. I liked Emmeline, you know. She was a really good person. She tried to help me when my own brother wouldn't even say my name, and she finally made him forgive methough I'll never know what I did to injure him. But after that stroke . . . She frightened me." |
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"I don't think she was dangerous to anyone but Peter," Linda said. "Maybe it was because she loved him so much that he became the focus of her paranoia when her mind was damaged." |
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"Perhaps." But Mrs. Sotheby sounded doubtful. "Only she seemed to have lost . . . I don't know . . . a sense of balance. She could only see what she wanted whether or not it was reasonable or dangerous to someone else. This business of drugging Gertrude all the time. What if she had used too much? I think Gertrude knew, too. I don't think she will take Emmeline's death as hard as she would have some time ago. She has been frightened for some timesince her niece got that drugged candy. She was too loyal to desert Emmeline, butOh, I hear Cecil's voice. Will you stay with Peter? Are you all right?" |
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Linda nodded and Mrs. Sotheby hurried out. Linda went to the window and took Peter's hand in hers. He put his head down on the top of hers for a moment, then led her back to the sofa. Again they waited for what seemed like a long time. |
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"What do you think" Peter had just begun to say when he was interrupted by the entrance |
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