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He was serious. Linda couldn't doubt that. She wavered mentally for a moment or two, then made her decision. Either she loved and trusted Peter and believed him or here and now she had to tell him they were finished because she didn't trust and believe him. With a soft sigh Linda slipped her arm through his.
"Okay. I'll tryfor a little while. But, Peter, I'm not that kind of person. And I guess you should know that I won't be that kind of wife. I don't like to walk blind, and I'm used to making my own decisions, not being told what's good for me."
"It isn't that, Linda. If it was something to do with me, I'd tell you."
"I believe that, which is why I said I'd try. You know your family and I don'tnot yet. But when I do know them, don't think I'll be this docile."
Peter didn't reply at once and Linda could see the struggle taking place in him. Quite plainly he wished to unburden himself of the whole story, but he was afraid to do so. Had Linda been able to guess what was holding him back, she would have tried to resolve his doubts. She thought it likely that he felt identifying the vicious prankster would establish strains in Linda's future relations with his family.
Unfortunately, Linda could not assure him he was wrong. She didn't believe she would be capable of warmth toward anyone who had triedno matter how ineptlyto kill Peter. In fact, she knew she could never agree that such

 
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