罗兹岛三角03

Three,It was three days later that Hercule Poirot went to the Mount of the Prophet. It was a cool,agreeable drive through the golden green fir trees, winding ¹ higher and higher, far above the pettywrangling and squabbling of human beings. The car stopped at the restaurant. Poirot got out andwandered into the woods. He came out at last on a spot that seemed truly on top of the world. Farbelow, deeply and dazzlingly blue, was the sea.,Here at last he was at peace—removed from cares—above the world. Carefully placing hisfolded overcoat on a tree stump ², Hercule Poirot sat down.,“Doubtless le bon Dieu knows what he does. But it is odd that he should have permittedhimself to fashion certain human beings. Eh bien, here for a while at least I am away from thesevexing problems. ” Thus he mused ³.,He looked up with a start. A little woman in a brown coat and skirt was hurrying towardshim. It was Marjorie Gold and this time she had abandoned all pretence ⁴. Her face was wet withtears.,Poirot could not escape. She was upon him.,She looked up at him with a distracted face. Her fingers fastened on his coat sleeve. Then, assomething she saw in his face alarmed her, she drew back a little.,“What—what is it?
” she faltered ⁶.,“You want my advice, madame? It is that you ask?”,She stammered ⁷, “Yes . . . Yes. . . . ”,“Eh bien—here it is.
” He spoke ⁸ curtly—trenchantly. “Leave this place at once—before it istoo late.”,The winding trail caused us to lose our orientation.迂回曲折的小道使我们迷失了方向 。,He went on the stump in his home state.他到故乡所在的州去发表演说
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