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There
was
less
raillery
in
his
voice
as
he
asked
:
“
You
believe
,
then
,
in
birth
and
breeding
?
”
“
I
may
be
old
-
fashioned
,
but
I
certainly
don
’
t
believe
in
marrying
out
of
one
’
s
class
.
It
never
answers
.
”
“
I
agree
with
you
,
mon
ami
.
Ninety
-
nine
times
out
of
a
hundred
,
it
is
as
you
say
.
But
there
is
always
the
hundredth
time
!
Still
,
that
does
not
arise
,
as
you
do
not
propose
to
see
the
lady
again
.
”
His
last
words
were
almost
a
question
,
and
I
was
aware
of
the
sharpness
with
which
he
darted
a
glance
at
me
.
And
before
my
eyes
,
writ
large
in
letters
of
fire
,
I
saw
the
words
“
Hôtel
du
Phare
,
”
and
I
heard
again
her
voice
saying
“
Come
and
look
me
up
”
and
my
own
answering
with
empressement
:
“
I
will
.
”
Well
,
what
of
it
?
I
had
meant
to
go
at
the
time
.
But
since
then
,
I
had
had
time
to
reflect
.
I
did
not
like
the
girl
.
Thinking
it
over
in
cold
blood
,
I
came
definitely
to
the
conclusion
that
I
disliked
her
intensely
.
I
had
got
hauled
over
the
coals
for
foolishly
gratifying
her
morbid
curiosity
,
and
I
had
not
the
least
wish
to
see
her
again
.
I
answered
Poirot
lightly
enough
.
“
She
asked
me
to
look
her
up
,
but
of
course
I
shan
’
t
.
”
“
Why
‘
of
course
’
?
”
“
Well
—
I
don
’
t
want
to
.
”
