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implying that it would be taking a sneaking advantage to linger because Mrs. Bates couldn't knowannoyed her. She got up at once. |
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"Sorry about the drink, Donald, but beggars can't be choosers." |
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"Oh, Linda, I say, a minute or two" |
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Had he scoffed at Rose-Anne's remarks, Linda would have remained, but he said nothing to his sister. "I wouldn't want to cheat on my employer's time, especially when she wouldn't know." Linda turned her head to look contemptuously at Rose-Anne, who was at a slight disadvantage sitting down. "Or would she?" Linda finished in a sarcastic drawl. |
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She had the satisfaction of seeing Rose-Anne flush. Whether the emotion was due to rage or shame, Linda had no idea and didn't care. It was satisfaction enough to have gotten a rise out of the cool woman. In fact, she wasn't nearly as annoyed with Rose-Anne as she might have been because the interruption had saved her from Donald's confidences. |
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Mrs. Bates was playing with the total absorption she gave to bridge, and Linda waited quietly until the hand was finished. "Did you want me, Mrs. Bates?" she asked while the next hand was being dealt out. |
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"Goodness, where did you appear from so fast? I hope my message didn't interrupt anything important." Her eyes narrowed. "I only said you should stop by when you were free." |
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"I wasn't doing anything important." But Linda's nod and grin confirmed Mrs. Bates's |
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