The world is full of good people who do bad things!
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Oh dear, I never realized what a terrible lot of explaining one has to do in a murder!
Oh, fancy! All these. I really have forgotten a lot of these. Oh, here's The Amulet and here's The Psamayad. Here's The New Treasure Seekers. Oh, I love all those. No, don't put them in shelves yet, Albert. I think I'll have to read them first.
I should have known when I first saw that picture. For it is a very remarkable picture. It is the picture of a murderess painted by her victim-it is the picture of a girl watching her lover dies.
To count - really and truly to count - a woman must have goodness or brains.
I know he'll probably always be like it, but I love him. I may be able to help him and I may not. But I'll take that risk.
M. Poirot,' she said somewhat breathlessly, ‘Can I speak to you alone?' ‘Milady, Captain Hastings is as my other self. You can speak before him as though he were a thing of no account, not there at all. Be seated, I pray you.
He wanted her cooperation, her sympathy, her active and intellectual help. He wanted her, not her heart, but her brains, and those material advantages which birth had given her. - Alexandra Farraday.
It is odd how, when you have a secret belief of your own which you do not wish to acknowledge, the voicing of it by someone else will rouse you to a fury of denial.
Try and vary your methods as you will, your tastes, your habits, your attitude of mind, and your soul is revealed by your actions.
I feel that if I could sweep all this away . . . all the buildings and the sects and the fierce squabbling churches . . . that I might see Christ's quiet figure riding into Jerusalem on a donkey--and believe in him.
The guard looked from one to the other. His mind was soon made up. His training led him to despise foreigners, and to respect and admire well-dressed gentleman who travelled first class.
Money, money, money! I think about money morning, noon and night! I dare say it's mercenary of me, but there it is.
What an awful place to live in England is,... If it isn't snowing or raining or blowing it's misty. And if the sun does shine it's so cold that you can't feel your fingers or toes.