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that the position was already filled. I don't want a middle-aged woman with corns who has spent her life as a companion, who will sigh every time I want an errand run and who 'knows what is expected of her.' I want a young girl who is full of energy, who has a fresh mind and will enjoy going places and doing things and meeting people." |
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She put out a hand, and Linda put hers into it at once. "I like Linda, and I think she likes me." |
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"Indeed, I do, Mrs. Bates," Linda replied quietly, raising her eyes challengingly to the obnoxious Peter. She was surprised to see him flush. |
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"Oh, damn!" he exclaimed. "I didn't know you were here for the job. I wouldn't have But, Aunt Em" |
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"Linda suits me and I am perfectly satisfied with her, so have a cup of tea and forget the whole thing, Peter. Please do." |
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Although it was apparent from his disgruntled expresssion that he was not at all satisfied, Peter did drop onto the sofa, stretching his long legs so clumsily that he kicked the fragile tea table. Quick as a wink, as Mrs. Bates wailed, "Oh, Peter!" Linda snatched up the teapot and water jug so they would not fall against the delicate cups and break them. Relieved of the heaviest weights, the table righted itself without shedding its delicate burden of china. |
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"Now you see," Mrs. Bates said triumphantly, "no middle-aged woman has reflexes like that. Thank you, Lindaand let me present to you my nephew, Peter Tattersall, who is really a |
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