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But
I
was
no
match
for
Poirot
.
In
a
very
few
minutes
he
had
extracted
the
whole
story
from
me
,
his
eyes
twinkling
as
he
did
so
.
“
Tiens
!
A
story
of
the
most
romantic
.
What
is
her
name
,
this
charming
young
lady
?
”
I
had
to
confess
that
I
did
not
know
.
“
Still
more
romantic
!
The
first
rencontre
in
the
train
from
Paris
,
the
second
here
.
Journeys
end
in
lovers
’
meetings
,
is
not
that
the
saying
?
”
“
Don
’
t
be
an
ass
,
Poirot
.
”
“
Yesterday
it
was
Mademoiselle
Daubreuil
,
today
it
is
Mademoiselle
—
Cinderella
!
Decidedly
you
have
the
heart
of
a
Turk
,
Hastings
!
You
should
establish
a
harem
!
”
“
It
’
s
all
very
well
to
rag
me
.
Mademoiselle
Daubreuil
is
a
very
beautiful
girl
,
and
I
do
admire
her
immensely
—
I
don
’
t
mind
admitting
it
.
The
other
’
s
nothing
—
don
’
t
suppose
I
shall
ever
see
her
again
.
She
was
quite
amusing
to
talk
to
just
for
a
railway
journey
,
but
she
’
s
not
the
kind
of
girl
I
should
ever
get
keen
on
.
”
“
Why
?
”
“
Well
—
it
sounds
snobbish
perhaps
—
but
she
’
s
not
a
lady
,
not
in
any
sense
of
the
word
.
”
Poirot
nodded
thoughtfully
.
