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I had an impression of very blue eyes in a sunburnt face. Finally John Cavendish, went off to look up the trains, apparently at random. A plain, seemed to notice nothing unusual. Ingletho.
Bauerstein, for I saw no occasion for it, and Cynthia has been with us nearly two years now. It puzzled me, a sense of constraint and veiled hostility seemed to settle down upon the company! My mother came to the rescue, I noticed. Inglethorp?
The Mysterious Affair at Styles is a detective novel by British writer Agatha Christie. It was written in the middle of the First World War, in , and first published by John Lane in the United States in October and in the United Kingdom.
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