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Chapter 10,‘I wonder,’ said Hercule Poirot. He folded up the list, went to the door and ordered Mahmoud tobe brought to him. The stout ¹ dragoman was voluble. Words dripped from him in a rising flood.,‘Always, always, I am blamed. When anything happens, say always, my fault. Always my fault.,When Lady Ellen Hunt sprain ² her ankle coming down from Place of Sacrifice it my fault, thoughshe would go high-heeled shoes and she sixty at least—perhaps seventy. My life all one misery ³!,Ah! what with miseries ⁴ and iniquities ⁵, Jews do to us—’,At last Poirot succeeded in stemming the flood and in getting in his question.,She makes quite fuss—says water must be boiling—I am to see myself. Ah, my good gentlemen!,What a life—what a life! I do all I can—always I blamed—I—’,Poirot asked about the recriminations.,‘There is another small matter. The dead lady was angry with one of the boys. Do you knowwhich one it was and what it was about?’,Mahmoud’s hands rose to heaven.,The stout old man waddled across the road.那肥胖的老人一�J一�J地穿过马路 。,He got a foot sprain in his ankle. 他脚踝受了严重的扭伤
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