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Life, a series of increasing sufferings, flies further and further towards its end—the most terrible suffering.

Every one needs to talk to some one," the woman said. "Before we had religion and other nonsense. Now for every one there should be some one to whom one can speak frankly, for all the valor that one could have one becomes very alone."

The plug has been drawn and the wine has all run out of the skin.

I had risen to my feet

Is there more in this than meets the eye?”

“And his mistake?” I asked, although I suspected the answer.

“Mon ami, he overlooked the little grey cells of Hercule Poirot.”

but to penetrate a man’s personality, to know exactly what he will do under any given circumstances—that is the beginning of success.

Paris on the instant.

that in this last adventure of ours, the honours are all with you, and happy is the man who has such a friend as I have!”

. I would do or die in the good cause.