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about something quite different. Besides, she wasn't sure it was something different. There had been someone watching. Her or Donald? Was it his turn to have a nasty trick played on him? |
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"Anyone you're fond of can play the devil with your life," Linda remarked as he set the glasses down. His expression was petulant and faintly hostile, as it had been when she first met him. "You have to decide when it's really the devil and when it's only a little imp." |
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"You sound just like Rose-Anne," he said, almost in a snarl. "Just decide what you want to do, Donald, and do it. Once it's irrevocable, it will soon become acceptable," he mimicked in his sister's lanquid drawl. ''Oh, yes, it will be accepted, but I know what it feels like. Rose-Anne is always doing, and I'm always accepting." |
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"Perhaps"Linda had begun, when the "devil" spoken of appeared. |
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"Glad I tracked you down," Rose-Anne said. "Mum says Mrs. Bates wants you, Linda." |
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Linda looked up, surprised. "I thought she was settled for the evening playing bridge. Well, duty calls, I" |
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"You can finish your drink." Rose-Anne settled into a chair at the table. "When Aunt Em is playing bridge, she never notices the time. Besides, how's she to know how long it took me to find you?" |
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Linda had had every intention of finishing her drink before going, but Rose-Anne's remark |
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