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the light tone, the remark was tinged with real bitterness.
"No such thing!" General Barthemeles stated. "No one could think anything of the sort, Emmeline, and you know it."
"She not only knows it," Peter said ruefully, "but she just loves to make a monkey out of meand she does it, every time."
"Do introduce us to this paragon, Aunt Emmeline," a cool voice broke in.
Linda became aware that there were three other people at the other end of the room, now approaching. They had been out of her direct line of sight, and she had been too taken up with the shock of realizing that the voice she had heard in Gertrude's room had been Peter Tattersall's to notice them at first. Seeing Peter with his aunt had resolved the shock logically. Worried about Mrs. Bates, Peter had been checking on her with the person who knew her bestprobably because he, too, felt that asking her about her own health too often would be unwise. Linda put the whole thing out of her mind with relief and turned her attention to Mrs. Bates's other relatives.
Rose-Anne was a tall, willowy girl, almost beautiful, with features of a chiseled regularity and an expression that matched her voice. The young man, Donald, was so similar in appearance that Linda would have known without being told that they were twins. Fraternal, of course, not identical despite the close resemblance. Identical twins had to be the same sex

 
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