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cheerful on the drive and very flattering about Linda's ability with the car after they returned. Nor did she seem to suffer the smallest ill effects from her experience. And if Mrs. Bates wasn't worried, Linda asked herself irritably, why was she?
No matter how she reasoned with and scolded herself, however, she remained uneasy. She decided to defer her visit to the Victoria and Albert Museum until her next day off. All she wanted to do, really, was return to Mrs. Bates's apartment and make sure nothing was wrong. It was ridiculous, and Linda knew it. Nonetheless, there was no sense in visiting places, however interesting they might be, if she couldn't concentrate. She stopped for lunch at an attractive small restaurant recommended by the guide book she had purchased that morning, but even a stomach well filled with good food could not allay her anxiety.
Maybe there's something wrong with me, Linda thought at last. After all, everyone I know would say I was crazy to be doing what I'm doing. Maybe I am crazy. That idea, however, was no more comforting than her previous thoughts, so it was with considerable relief that Linda found it was raining when she came out of the restaurant. Now she had a good excuse to return. With a lightening heart, she started toward the underground.
A few yards from the entrance, Linda stopped short. A yarn shop! She had learned to knit as a young girlto cook and sew too, because

 
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