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and he gripped my arm." Linda lifted her sleeve to show her bruises. She heard Peter's breath hiss in with great satisfaction. That would give him something freshand much healthierto be guilty about. |
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"Mrs. Bates saw this. She asked me whether Mr. Tattersall was annoying me. Although I assured her he was not and it had been an accident, I was so angry with him that I did not tell her we were betrothed. At dinner tonight, Mr. Tattersall behaved like a boor and made me even angrier. When I went out later for a walk, he followed me. We had another few wordsrather sharp onesand I left to walk along the cliff. Mr. Tattersall felt that it was too dangerous to walk there at night and he went after me. Mrs. Bates must have believed that he was pursuing me and she followed. By the time we noticed her" Linda stopped and waited for her voice to steady, suppressing the remembered horror of the true event. "It was too late." |
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"Ah, I see. The poor lady. At least she did not suffer at all." He nodded and made a few notes on a small pad that Linda had not previously noticed. "So, a natural death byah, yesthe English word, I believe is, misadventure. At theyou would call it the Town Hallif you wish to bury her here or take her home, there you must make the arrangements." |
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The policeman bowed. "My sympathy," he said, and withdrew. |
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