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was delighted that General Barthemeles seemed to be diverted from whatever unpleasant idea of being unwanted had been disturbing him. She sipped her drink peacefully as he mused, allowing the alcohol to warm and relax her, allowing her mind to slip back to yesterday. |
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Both Peter and Donald had said very warm goodbyes. Indeed, it was the first time Donald had shown a sign of any emotion beyond friendliness. Linda hoped that the two weeks' separation (they were to spend time in Paris, Florence, Rome, and Naples before boarding the ship for Corfu) would return him to normal. If he showed any deepening interest in her, Linda knew she would have to find some polite way of turning him off. |
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Peter was another matter. There had never been the smallest doubt in Linda's mind about what kind of interest Peter had in her. But Peter . . . Linda shook her head and straightened up in her seat. She simply was not going to think about Peter. It always made her feel like a bright sunny day with an ominous ring of black clouds just below the horizon where you couldn't see them but they could rush out and soak you through in moments. |
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One worry pushed out another, so Linda's next thought was of the steps she had taken to avoid trouble at their stopovers. Probably even if Mrs. Bates and Mrs. Sotheby did any sightseeing they wouldn't go places where Linda's friends were likely to congregate. And Linda had almost driven the travel agent into a |
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