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had become dizzy and didn't want to admit it. But . . . there had been a shadow about armhigh on the landing, a dark shadow. Could it have been . . . not a shadow? a man's dark sleeve? Nonsense! It was a shadow, of an arm possibly, but if so, just a shadow cast by the light from the sitting room.
Linda wet her lips, which felt dry. "Would you like to lie down for a few minutes, Mrs. Bates? I can call the hairdresser and say you'll be a little late, or I could even change the appointment."
"No." Mrs. Bates's voice was somewhat thinner than usual but quite firm. "I am quite all right now. I was just a little startled. Really, Linda, don't fuss. I find having my hair done very soothing and relaxing. I will be all the better for having it done just as usual."
She straightened herself and shrugged off Linda's light hold. There was no more that Linda could say.

 
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