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“
Never
as
I
love
you
!
”
Her
lips
brushed
my
cheek
,
and
then
,
seeking
my
mouth
,
kissed
me
again
and
again
with
a
sweetness
and
fire
beyond
belief
.
The
wildness
of
it
—
and
the
wonder
,
I
shall
not
forget
—
no
,
not
as
long
as
I
live
!
It
was
a
sound
in
the
doorway
that
made
us
look
up
.
Poirot
was
standing
there
looking
at
us
.
I
did
not
hesitate
.
With
a
bound
I
reached
him
and
pinioned
his
arms
to
his
sides
.
“
Quick
,
”
I
said
to
the
girl
.
“
Get
out
of
here
.
As
fast
as
you
can
.
I
’
ll
hold
him
.
”
With
one
look
at
me
,
she
fled
out
of
the
room
past
us
.
I
held
Poirot
in
a
grip
of
iron
.
“
Mon
ami
,
”
observed
the
latter
mildly
,
“
you
do
this
sort
of
thing
very
well
.
The
strong
man
holds
me
in
his
grasp
and
I
am
helpless
as
a
child
.
But
all
this
is
uncomfortable
and
slightly
ridiculous
.
Let
us
sit
down
and
be
calm
.
”
“
You
won
’
t
pursue
her
?
”
“
Mon
Dieu
!
no
.
Am
I
Giraud
?
Release
me
,
my
friend
.
”
Keeping
a
suspicious
eye
upon
him
,
for
I
paid
Poirot
the
compliment
of
knowing
that
I
was
no
match
for
him
in
astuteness
,
I
relaxed
my
grip
,
and
he
sank
into
an
arm
-
chair
,
feeling
his
arms
tenderly
.
