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you because last night you seemed dead set against telling anyone." |
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"Well, I'm not so sure I did right," Gertrude muttered. "He's that angry. He's fair wild! I didn't know what to say to him or how to calm him down. He was off to get Mrs. Bates's doctor to her, even though I told him and told him that she never touched a bite and that having the doctor would upset her more than anything else. I only stopped him by telling him to wait till you got back." |
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Gertrude's description of Peter's state seemed no exaggeration. As soon as Linda opened the door, he leapt to his feet and came forward, his brows drawn in a furious frown. |
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"Have you agreed to this lunacy too?" he roared. |
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"Oh, Mr. Peter," Gertrude hissed, shutting the door tight, "keep your voice down, do! She'll hear! You don't want her more upset, do you?" |
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With a visible effort, Peter lowered his voice. "Did you agree not to have a doctor look at Gert and to just let my aunt go her merry way?" |
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"I suppose I did," Linda said slowly, "but I don't think you need to worry about your aunt, and Gertrude made Gert promise to get a checkup today. Please sit down, Peter," she said as he made an impatient movement toward the door. She sat at the table herself, and after a moment he did too. "You really |
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