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"maybe you shouldn't avoid me. Maybe it's a good idea for you to look at me like a dog following a bitch in heat. Try out a gentle hint or two, toonot about me but about getting married. Meanwhile, I'll start hinting about leaving this job when we get back to England. Old people don't like shocks, but they accept new things very well when you introduce them carefully. After all, the older one gets, the more practice one has in accepting unpalatable facts of life."
Peter sat up, frowning, but after a moment he nodded. "Mmm, maybe. You mean once she gets used to those ideas, we can start hinting about combining them."
"Yes, and if she really is as fond of me as you think, we can hold out my still being around and spending a few hours a day with her as a consolation prize. Except for arranging this trip, a companion wouldn't really have enough to do. I could take care of all her needs in a couple of hours, drive her anywhere she wanted to go, answer her mail, everything I have been doing, so she really won't miss me at all. But you can't be impatient, Peter. We have to go slowly. These weeks in Corfu, well have to be careful."
He didn't answer that at once but sat staring down at her, now with a mulish expression around his mouth. "Just how far does careful go?" he asked at last.
"All the way," Linda replied firmly. "I don't think I'd enjoy having you sneak into my room at night. I just couldn't concentrate onon the

 
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