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to the nearest stationers to purchase tags for the trunks, typing paper, and carbons, in case she had to fill out shipping forms. |
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Linda found herself swinging along, whistling softly and happily. Her stride almost faltered as her conscious mind caught up to her unconscious reaction. Frightened and worried she had been and might be again, Linda realized, but since General Barthemeles had virtually cleared Peterand certainly the general knew everyone involved very wellshe was happy. |
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Unnatural creature that I am, Linda thought, trying to feel remorseful, I don't care about anything except that the excitement is making me feel alive. But no matter how she tried, Linda couldn't work up any remorse. No one had been hurtand when emotion was replaced by logic it was clear there had been no intent to harmand any threat there had been had been directed against her. And Peter Tattersall wasn't involved. |
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The fact that Peter's name had come into her mind twice in two consecutive thoughts did impinge on Linda's consciousness, but a stationery store loomed up just in time to save her from needing to examine the idea. Her purchases completed, a glance at her watch told Linda that if she did not hurry, the library Mrs. Bates favored would be closed. She almost trotted to the underground, thinking of little besides which books might be available. It might be best, under |
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