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noise the young 'uns make, but feel neglected when they don't show up." |
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"Oh, yes. I'm just as bad as Emmeline." A fierce frown wrinkled the old man's brow and, under the bristling moustaches, his mouth twisted wryly. "Why do you think I decided to come along with Emmeline? My son doesn't choose to pay his usual visit this year, so" |
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"Well, sir, all I can say," Linda interrupted, smiling, "is that I'm profoundly grateful to him. I couldn't have managed without you, sir. You must know that." A dreadful thought crossed her mind, and Linda's eyes grew round with apprehension. "He won't change his mind, will he? I mean, you won't go dashing home and leave me to cope?" |
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The general's booming laugh made the other occupants of the car look up, but he didn't notice. He took Linda's hand. "No, m'dear," he said warmly. "I won't leave you. In fact, Richard did me a good turn. . . ." He hesitated, then went on briskly. "I'll see him in the spring, or perhaps he'd like to bring the children out to Corfu." He paused, staring at Linda but clearly not seeing her. ''Hmmm. Yes. That might be a good idea. I understand that Emmeline's house is quite large. When Peter, Donald, and Rose-Anne have gone homeif Harriet will stayhmm. Yes. That might work out very well." |
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Linda could not see what Mrs. Sotheby's staying on had to do with the general's son, but she |
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