Poirot
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No, that's quite all right. I shan't be dying just yet.
Simeon Lee (the victim), the day he died(Page 40)
This is one of the very first Christie's novels that I've read, and I read it several times (my paper copy is all ruined!). This time I read the original version, and it hasn't lost its charme: I loved it! I like the setting, I like the idiosyncrasies of the characters, I especially like the mistery plot which is one of the most intriguing I remember, and of course I like Poirot, always in a great shape!
Quotes
Stephen pulled up the collar of his coat as he walked briskly along the platform. Overhead a dim fog clouded the station. Large engines hissed superbly, throwing off clouds of steam into the cold raw air. Everything was dirty and smoke-grimed.
[incipit]
There was a long shuddering sigh, and then two voices spoke in turn. Strangely enough, the words they uttered were both quotations.
David Lee said:
'The mills of God grind slowly...'
Lydia's voice came like a fluttering whisper:
'Who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?...'
(Page 47)
Sugden stared hard at Hercule Poirot after acknowledging the introduction. Hercule Poirot stared hard at Superintendent Sugden's moustache. Its luxuriance seemed to fascinate him.
(Page 52)
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