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nap. Gertrude was there, looking much better, and Linda went away with a clear mind to a very busy afternoon. She had to check all the luggage, make sure nothing was left behind, and see that the stewards collected it for disembarkation later that afternoon. |
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General Barthemeles had already changed into his shore-going clothes. He was an efficient packer by long experience, and Linda had little to do in his cabin beyond opening drawers and the closet door to make sure nothing had rolled into a dark corner and been overlooked. She saw the steward of their corridor load her bags and the general's and moved on to the cabin shared by Peter and Donald. |
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This was less tidy. A bottle of mouthwash and a packet of asprins were still in the medicine cabinet. Linda dropped them into the tote she carried for collection of leftover items. A dark maroon sweater was lying on the floor of the closet. That went into the tote bag too. There was nothing in the drawers. Linda didn't turn for a knock on the door but called, "Come in," imagining it was the steward to collect the valises. |
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Linda turned sharply. "Gertrude? Peter isn't here. Is something wrong? Is Mrs. Bates all right?" |
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"Why, yes. Madam was lying down for her rest and I got a call saying that Mr. Peter wanted to speak to me. It's funny he isn't here." |
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"Did he say to meet him here?" |
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