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"Maybe you'll think I'm richor maybe only just wealthy. I'm worth a few million."
"Million?" Peter repeated, then exploded, "What the hell were you doing working for my aunt and borrowing money for an evening skirt?"
Linda knew she looked sheepish; she felt silly. "II just wanted a job. I wanted to do something really demeaning to make me appreciate what I had." A gobbling sound of pure incredulity came from Peter and she hurried on, trying to make what she had done sound reasonable. "I thought I needed a worm's eye view of life and I thought the lowest worm you could be was a companion, so . . . well, who would hire me as a companion if she knew I had money or turned up in a Dior dress?"
Peter found his voice. "You're nuts!"
"I am not!" Linda said indignantly. "You have money tooor at least I guess you have a good business from the style in which your aunt livedbut you always worked for it. I was just born with it. I"
"Do your parentsthe ones you told Aunt Em were deadknow about this?"
Linda drew herself up righteously. "I do not tell lies. My parents are dead. They died when I was about a year old." Then she grinned at Peter. "Of course, my Aunt Evelyn and Uncle Abe, who brought me up, would agree with you. But I didn't tell them. I wasn't doing anything criminal, you know. I just wanted to find out what I was good forand I found out. I'm

 
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