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Portrait of Agatha Christie Agatha Christie The Man in the Brown Suit — Chapter XI (1924)

Then with a murmured excuse, he rose and left the table.
"I am beginning to suspect Guy Pagett of having committed some dark deed in Florence," remarked Sir Eustace, gazing after his secretary's retreating figure. "Whenever Florence or Italy is mentioned, he changes the subject, or bolts precipitately."
"Perhaps he murdered some one there," said Mrs. Blair hopefully. "He looks—I hope I'm not hurting your feelings, Sir Eustace—but he does look as though he might murder some one."
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Portrait of Agatha Christie Agatha Christie The Man in the Brown Suit — Chapter XI (1924)

Blair hailed me as I came on deck.
"Good-morning, Gipsy girl, sit down here by me. You look as though you hadn't slept well."
"Why do you call me that?" I asked, as I sat down obediently.
"Do you mind? It suits you somehow. I've called you that in my own mind from the beginning. It's the gipsy element in you that makes you so different from any one else. I decided in my own mind that you and Colonel Race were the only two people on board who wouldn't bore me to death to talk to."
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Portrait of Agatha Christie Agatha Christie The Man in the Brown Suit — Chapter XI (1924)

Blair. "They're so obliging—though even that has its embarrassing side. You ask them the way somewhere, and instead of saying 'first to the right, second to the left' or something that one could follow, they pour out a flood of well-meaning directions, and when you look bewildered they take you kindly by the arm and walk all the way there with you."
"Is that your experience in Florence, Pagett?" asked Sir Eustace, turning with a smile to his secretary.
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