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Linda's fear dissipated as suddenly as it had come upon her. Far from trying to throw her overboard, although he retained a powerful grip on her, Donald steered her promptly into the well-lit and well-populated American Bar. |
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"Sorry to be so forceful," he said. "The dark didn't suit my moodor suited it too well. And I didn't feel like being alone. What will you have?" |
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"A Brandy Alexander," Linda replied. She allowed herself to be led to a small table near the wall and subsided into a seat meekly. By the time Donald returned with the drinks, she had decided that Mrs. Bates's lesson would be put to good use. She liked Donald and, if he wanted to talk something out, she had to listen, even if she really wanted to think |
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