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"Now, we enter here, at gangplank A. We cross the inner deck, turn left, and take the elevator up to the top level. Then we go left again until we come to the central cross corridor, and your suite is right thereA4. I can see you and Gertrude inside and then go back to take care of arrangements with the Purser." |
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General Barthemeles, who was as well acquainted with the ship's plan as Linda, leaned forward and put a heavy finger on Suite A4. "Hmm. Yes. Well, here you are, Harriet, one deck down in a double cabin with Rose-Anne, and Peter and Donald will be sharing this double farther along but on the inside. They'll change with you if looking at the sea bothers you." |
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"And where will you be, Cecil?" Mrs. Bates asked, peering interestedly at the plan. |
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"Another deck down. Decided I'd rather be alone in a less rarified area than tripling with those two youngsters. Better for themplenty of pretty young things aboardand better for me. Don't want to be waked up when they stagger in in the small hours." He paused and chortled throatily. "Besides, Linda's right next to me in C17. I know when I have a good thing." |
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Linda looked at her watch. "I think it's time, Mrs. Bates, Mrs. Sotheby." |
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A born organizer, Linda thought as she laughed silently at her reflection in the mirror of her tiny cabin. Everything had gone like clockwork. Even Rose-Anne and Donald |
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