Bouguereau William

Bouguereau William
The girl hesitated for a minute or two. Poirot said with a slight smile: "I will help you.I heard what you said to Hastings.That your sister wasa bright，happy girl with no men friends.It was-un peu-the opposite that wastrue，was it not?" Megan said slowly: "There wasn't any harm in Betty.I want you to understand that.She'dalways go straight.She's not the weekending kind. Nothing of that sort.But she liked being taken out and dancing and-oh，cheap flattery and compliments and all that sort of thing." "And she was pretty-yes?" This question，the third time I had heard it，met this time with apractical response.
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Megan slipped off the table，went to her suitcase，snapped it open andextracted something which she handed to Poirot. In a leather frame was a head and shoulders of a fair-haried，smilinggirl.Her hair had evidently recently been permed，it stood out from her headin a mass of rather frizzy curls.The smile was arch and artificial.It wascertainly not a face that you could call beautiful，but it had an obviousand cheap prettiness. Poirot handed it back，saying: "You and she do not resemble each other，mademoiselle." "Oh!I'm the plain one of the family.I've always known that."She seemedto brush aside the fact as umimportant.
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