oil paintings

oil paintings
landscape oil painting
original oil painting
I have not interfered.I have only told what I know!" "And I say you don't know it.Oh dear,there we are,back again!I'm arguing ina circle." Gerard said gently: "I am sorry,Miss King." Sarah said in a low voice: "You see,after all,they haven't escaped -any of them!She's still there!Evenfrom her grave she can still reach out and hold them.There was something -terrible about her -she's just as terrible now she's dead!I feel -I feel she'senjoying all this!" She clenched her hands.Then she said in an entirely different tone,a lighteveryday voice: "That little man's coming up the hill."
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Dr Gerard looked over his shoulder. "Ah!He comes in search of us,I think." "Is he as much of a fool as he looks!"asked Sarah. Dr Gerard said gravely: "He is not a fool at all." "I was afraid of that,"said Sarah King. With sombre eyes she watched the uphill progress of Hercule Poirot. He reached them at last,uttered a loud "ouf"and wiped his forehead.Then helooked sadly down at his patent leather shoes. "Alas!"he said."This stony country!My poor shoes." "You can borrow Lady Westholme's shoe-cleaning apparatus,"said Sarahunkindly."And her duster.She travels with a kind of patent housemaid'sequipment."