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Peterat least not until she had talked over the disclosure with Peter. And she wasn't sure how to broach the topic to Peter without arousing his quick jealousy or sounding conceited. For the moment it was easier to avoid the whole issuebut it would probably be best to avoid Donald, too, Linda thought as she walked back to the house. |
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That was the reason Linda left the house for a late afternoon swim almost surrepititiously the next day. She would have asked Peter to go with her, but she had not seen him at all that day. She had made an early breakfast and then gone shopping, returning to discover that Peter had gone into town in a cab to phone his office, since there was no phone in the house. Linda had exclaimed in surprise over that, but Mrs. Bates said that the service was so bad, the wires down ninety percent of the time, and the price so high, that it was not worth having an instrument installed. It was quicker, she said with twisted lips, to send one of the gardners down to the town with any message. |
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Linda had glanced from the dining room doors around the verandah to be sure all was clear and then examined as much as she could see of the garden from the verandah before she ventured out. She hurried across the garden, then paused at the head of the flight of stairs carved out of the cliff that led down to the beach. |
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The beach was empty, and Linda swung down the steps humming, her mind on the dinner |
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