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“Is he then an unhappy man?" Poirot said : "So unhappy that he has forgotten what happiness means. So unhappy that he does not know he is unhappy." The nun said softly: "Ah, a rich man...”

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Book:The Labours of Hercules
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The Labours of Hercules

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Agatha Christie
Agatha Christie

Agatha Christie, a renowned British detective novel writer, is known as the Queen of Detective Fiction. She was born on September 15, 1890, and passed away on January 12, 1976. Christie's works are characterized by intricate plots, unique reasoning, and vivid characters, and have had a profound impact on detective fiction worldwide. more

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