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own room, turned on the BBC, and kept right at it. Knitting was so soothing and absorbing an occupation that Linda was very surprised to hear the announcer say it was eleven o'clock. She folded up her work with a smile. Perhaps if she had taken up knitting sooner, she would never have felt the need for a job. But it was a chicken-or-egg kind of question. After all, if she had not taken the job, the idea of knitting would never have occurred to her. |
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Still smiling, Linda went into the tiny bathroom to shower before bed. As soon as she approached the communicating door to lock it, she was aware of the rumble of a man's voice in Gertrude's room. Embarrassed, Linda slipped off her robe and pyjamas as quickly as possible and turned the tap on full force so that she could not hear what was being said. They were not, after all, immured in a convent, and it was none of her business whom Gertrude entertained. Anyway, she reminded herself, both her room and Gertrude's were set up as sitting roomsthe narrow beds having been covered with spreads and throw pillows to look like sofasjust so the room could be used to entertain friends. It wasn't like having a man in one's bedroom. Not, she said firmly to herself while being good and noisy so no one could overlook her presence in the bathroom, that she had any right to think about it if Gertrude decided to entertain a man in her bed, let alone her room. |
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Once the idea was formulated in plain words instead of being a nasty suspicion in the back |
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