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kind of pleasure you've given me tonight if I had to keep one ear cocked for who was coming down the hall." |
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Peter shuddered. "If you yell like you did every time we make love, they'd all be coming down the hall to see who was murdering you." |
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"I've never made a noise like that before in my life!" Linda exclaimed indignantly. "It's your fault. And you weren't actually a mummy yourself." |
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"I never made a noise like that either," he said, flushing and laughing. "All right, all the way it is, but don't expect me to be cheerful or good humored about it." Then he sighed. "I'd better go. It's three o'clock." |
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Linda started to sit up and then realized there wasn't room for someone as uncoordinated as Peter to dress with her standing, and lay back again. "I wish you could stay," she said. "But if you don't go, I'm afraid we wouldn't get any sleep at all. And I have to get up early. After all, I'm a working girl, and your aunt went to bed right after dinner." |
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Peter froze, tight-lipped, and then bent over her; for a moment Linda was almost frightened by his expression, but he only dropped a kiss on the top of her head, straightened, and started to dress. From the door he smiled at her ruefully, shook his head, and went out quickly. |
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Linda did not sleep well despite her exhaustion. Twice she woke, shuddering, having dreamt of Peter dead of drowning. The last remnants of the horror that had touched her |
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