Bianchi:
Oh, yes, I know. We are both envious of the husband.
Hercule Poirot:
Is, eh, is the husband as British as his tweeds?
Bianchi:
Oh, heaven forbid, he's a hotblooded Hungarian. If you but look at his wife, he would cease to be a diplomat.
Hercule Poirot:
Thank God we are not young.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:41