The Regatta Mystery and Other Stories (Hercule Poirot 21) - Page 192

As for me, I realized quite fully and unmistak-ably

that I was not only making a fool of myself,

but that I was endangering all the peace and hap-piness

of our life together. I knew, I say, but I

couldn't change. Every time Sylvia got a letter she

didn't show to me I wondered who it was from. If

she laughed and talked with any man, I found my-self

getting sulky and watchful.

At first, as I say, Sylvia laughed at me. She

thought it a huge joke. Then she didn't think the

joke so funny. Finally she didn't think it a joke at

all--

And slowly, she began to draw away from me.

Not in any physical sense, but she withdrew her

secret mind from me. I no longer knew what her

thoughts were. She was kind--but sadly, as though

from a long distance.

Little by little I realized that she no longer loved

me. Her love had died and it was I who had killed

it ....

The next step was inevitable. I found myself

waiting for it--dreading it ....

Then Derek Wainwright came into our lives. He

had everything that I hadn't. He had brains and

a witty tongue. He was good-looking, too, and--I'm

forced to admit it--a thoroughly good chap.

As soon as I saw him I said to myself, "This is just

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Agatha Christie

the man for Sylvia .... "

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