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Another thing, she couldn't just drop Mrs. Bates. She had taken the job, and until Mrs. Bates decided she didn't need her or Linda could find an adequate substitute, she would keep on doing the job. But it was a big, wide, wonderful worldand it was all her oyster. All she had to do was crack it open and extract the meat. Linda finished the last sip of her drink, rose to her feet, and stretched luxuriously. She had come a long way from the sobbing girl on Claridges' sofa. There was obviously something to be said for the Puritan ethic of hard work.

 
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