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You Gave Too Much Rein To Your Imagination. Imagination Is A Good Servant, And A Bad Master. The Simplest Explanation Is Always The Most Likely.

Nothing, I Believe, Is So Full Of Life Under The Microscope As A Drop Of Water From A Stagnant Pool.

If I Were At Any Time To Set Out On A Career Of Deceit, It Would Be Of Miss Marple That I Should Be Afraid.

The Whole Thing Was Like A Nine-month Ocean Voyage To Which You Never Got Acclimatized.

At My Time Of Life, One Knows That The Worst Is Usually True.