“She never needed Roderick Welman. She loved him, yes, unhappily—even desperately.”
Peter Lord, his face set and grim, said harshly:
“She will never love me like that.”
Hercule Poirot said softly:
“Perhaps not. But she needs you, my friend, because it is only with you that she can begin the world again.”
Peter Lord said nothing.
Hercule Poirot’s voice was very gentle as he said:
“Can you not accept facts? She loved Roderick Welman. What of it? With you, she can be happy….”
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