Hercule Poirot’s Christmas – Agatha Christie
Part 7 December 28th
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December 22nd
Stephen pulled up the collar of his coat as he walked briskly along the platform. Overhead a dim fog clouded the station. Large engines hissed superbly, throwing off clouds of steam into the cold raw air. Everything was dirty and smoke-grimed.
Stephen thought with revulsion:
What a foul countrywhat a foul city!
His first excited reaction to London, its shops, its restaurants, its well-dressed, attractive women, had faded. He saw it now as a glittering rhinestone set in a dingy setting.
Supposing he were back in South Africa nowHe felt a quick pang of homesickness. Sunshineblue skiesgardens of flowerscool blue flowershedges of plumbagoblue convolvulus clinging to every little shanty.
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