“"I have made my choice, Hori. I will share my life with you for good or evil, until death comes…" With his arms round her, with the sudden new sweetness of his face against hers, she was filled with an exultant richness of living.”

—  Agatha Christie

(1945)

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English mystery and detective writer 1890–1976

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