Ahhh, Agatha - how I loved this one!
Poirot put his hand gently on her shoulder. He said:
"But you are of those who can live with a sword in their hearts - who can go on and smile - "
Henrietta looked up at him. Her lips twisted into a bitter smile. "That's a little melodramatic, isn't it?"
"It is because I am a foreigner and I like to use fine words."
That cracked me up, of course, Agatha. I love your sense of humor in your work.
I am continually amazed at the creativity of your stories, at the pace you wrote and published, and by how much I learn when I read them (mostly about British culture, but still.) This novel taught me what a monkey puzzle is.
Thanks again, dear Agatha. On to The Labours...
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