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But out shegoes.I don't want her in the house a day longer."There's one thing aboutbeing ill-men can't argue with you.He did what I said and she went. Went like a martyr，I expect-with more sweetness and bravery!" "Now，dear，don't get so excited.It's bad for you." Lady Clarke waved Nurse Capstick away. "You were as much of a fool about her as anyone else." "Oh!Lady Clarke，you mustn't say that.I did think Miss Grey a very nicegirl-so romantic-looking，like someone out of a novel." "I've no patience with the lot of you，"said Lady Clarke feebly. "Well，she's gone now，my dear.Gone right away."
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Lady Clarke shook her head with feeble impatience but she did not answer. Poirot said: "Why did you say that Miss Grey was a liar?" "Because she is.She told you no strangers came to the house，didn'tshe?" "Yes." "Very well，then.I saw her-with my own eyes-out of this window-talkingto a perfectly strange man on the front doorstep." "When was this?" "In the morning of the day Car died-about eleven o'clock." "What did this man look like?" "An ordinary sort of man.Nothing special." "A gentleman-or a tradesman?"
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