Is she a very clever little actress, acting a part? Or is she a genuine semi-moronic suicidal victim?

And how do you know that these fine begonias are not of equal importance?

Death was for-the other people.

I dare say it is good for one now and again to realize what an idiot one can be! But no one relishes the process.

Surely, said Miss Marple, aghast at an idea that had come into her mind, there can't be a bond of ruthlessness between us? Was she, Jane Marple—could she ever be—ruthless? D'you know, said Miss Marple to herself, it's extraordinary, I never thought about it before. I believe, you know, I could be ruthless….

It seems dreadful to say so, but there is something attractive to a girl in being told anyone is a bad man. She thinks at once that her love will reform him.

Linnet laughed. ‘Why, I haven't got an enemy in the world.