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She had wanted to know how it feltand she was finding out.
On Friday morning, Linda had her first intimation that Mrs. Bates's routine would be changed in the near future. While answering a letter from a friend who lived permanently in Corfu, Mrs. Bates said that she believed she would come early that year. Somehow, Mrs. Bates said, the damp seemed damper, the cold colder, as one grew older. It seemed more reasonable now than it had in the past to live permanently in Corfu. Linda's spirits began to rise immediately. She had never been in Corfu, although she had often visited Greece. And tomorrow, she reminded herself, was her day off. When she first thought of it, the idea had not been very inviting. She had wondered what she was going to do with herself for a whole empty day. Now she felt differently. She had decided to see London as an ordinary touristas she had never seen it. She would go to the museums and perhaps to the Tower of London. Her sophisticated friends had always scoffed at such attractions, but maybe they were wrong. The Tower of London would be a lot safer than the latest designer drugand the "lift" might last longer.
About half an hour before lunch, Peter appeared. Linda could not help smiling at him, nor could she help being amused by Mrs. Bates's single, raised-eyebrow glance of martyrdom. Linda was glad to see him, no matter how her employer felt, and all things considered, lunch

 
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