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But
Mrs
.
Renauld
came
on
.
“
Mother
,
”
cried
Jack
,
starting
forward
.
But
with
a
gesture
she
drove
him
back
.
“
I
am
no
mother
of
yours
!
You
are
no
son
of
mine
!
From
this
day
and
hour
I
renounce
you
.
”
“
Mother
,
”
cried
the
lad
,
stupefied
.
For
a
moment
she
seemed
to
waver
,
to
falter
before
the
anguish
in
his
voice
.
Poirot
made
a
mediating
gesture
,
but
instantly
she
regained
command
of
herself
.
“
Your
father
’
s
blood
is
on
your
head
.
You
are
morally
guilty
of
his
death
.
You
thwarted
and
defied
him
over
this
girl
,
and
by
your
heartless
treatment
of
another
girl
,
you
brought
about
his
death
.
Go
out
from
my
house
.
Tomorrow
I
intend
to
take
such
steps
as
shall
make
it
certain
that
you
shall
never
touch
a
penny
of
his
money
.
Make
your
way
in
the
world
as
best
you
can
with
the
help
of
the
girl
who
is
the
daughter
of
your
father
’
s
bitterest
enemy
!
”
And
slowly
,
painfully
,
she
retraced
her
way
upstairs
.
We
were
all
dumbfounded
—
totally
unprepared
for
such
a
demonstration
.
Jack
Renauld
,
worn
out
with
all
he
had
already
gone
through
,
swayed
and
nearly
fell
.
Poirot
and
I
went
quickly
to
his
assistance
.
“
He
is
overdone
,
”
murmured
Poirot
to
Marthe
.
“
Where
can
we
take
him
?
”
“
But
home
!
To
the
Villa
Marguerite
.
We
will
nurse
him
,
my
mother
and
I
.
My
poor
Jack
!
”
