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"All right, Gertrude." Peter grinned at her. "I didn't take any offense." Then his face grew grave. "You stay here now, no matter what happens. I won't call you away. If I need you, I'll come here. And if anyone else phones, just tell them you can't leave Aunt Em. We'll be off this ship and into the house soon, so there won't be any more funny business." |
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Linda looked at her watch once more and made an exasperated sound. "It's awfully late. I have to check the cabin Rose-Anne and Mrs. Sotheby used. Oh, Gertrude, you didn't send the tote bag with the steward, did you?" |
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"No, Miss. It's on one of the beds in Mr. Peter's cabin." |
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"Then I'll be off and get the luggage finished." |
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"I'll come with you," Peter offered. |
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"Don't you dare?" Linda cried. "I can't afford to be distracted while I'm getting you off this ship in one piece." |
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