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Mrs. Bates looked up when Peter and Linda approached her at the end of a rubber a little after eleven-thirty. ''Ah, here come my wardens," she said with a smile. "I'm afraid my period of freedom is at an end." |
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Her table companions laughed, and the scorer began to tot up the points. Everyone seemed delighted with the game and Mrs. Bates's partner asked eagerly whether she would play again the following evening. She said she couldn't because they were to disembark at Corfu and added that she was sorry they had found each other so late. The score was remarkably even, but Mrs. Bates had the additional treat of winning a few shillings. She was, therefore, in high good humor while Peter and Linda escorted her to her suite. The steward was already waiting |
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