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herself, but there was no reason to run from one railroad and shipping line to another when a good travel agent would have most of the information, or would be better able to collect it for her. Linda took the time to explain in detail that the party she was escorting was elderly, accustomed to luxury, and one had a bad heart. There must be time enough between transfers to rest, to calm anxieties and explain away confusion. |
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The next stepwhile some poor clerk at American Express struggled with steamship and railroad scheduleswas to phone General Barthemeles and find out whether he would be free that day. If he was, Linda intended to see him at once; if he was out or busy, she intended to make an appointment to talk to him as soon as possible. The general, fortunately for Linda's peace of mind, was at home. Although he was a trifle surprised to hear from her so soon, he seemed delighted to be called upon. |
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"In a snag already?" he asked jocularly. |
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"Yes, I am, sir, but not about the travel arrangements. Something has happened that frightened me very much. May I" |
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"Emmeline frightened you?" the general asked sharply. |
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"No, no. Not Mrs. Bates. May I come and tell you about it, sir? I can't think what else to do." |
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"Certainly. Come along right now. I'll give you lunch and do my best to help." |
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Linda's sense of relief was enormous. There was security in the very sound of General Barthemeles's voice. She found when she had |
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