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“Mon ami⁠—I know human nature. Throw together a boy like young Renauld and a beautiful girl like Mademoiselle Marthe, and the result is almost inevitable. Then, the quarrel! It was money or a woman and, remembering Léonie’s description of the lad’s anger, I decided on the latter. So I made my guess⁠—and I was right.”

“And that was why you warned me against setting my heart on the lady? You already suspected that she loved young Renauld?”

Poirot smiled.

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“At any rate⁠—I saw that she had anxious eyes. That is how I always think of Mademoiselle Daubreuil⁠—as the girl with the anxious eyes.⁠ ⁠…”

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“At any rate⁠—I saw that she had anxious eyes. That is how I always think of Mademoiselle Daubreuil⁠—as the girl with the anxious eyes.⁠ ⁠…”

His voice was so grave that it impressed me uncomfortably.

“What do you mean by that, Poirot?”

“I fancy, my friend, that we shall see before very long. But I must start.”