&ot;there are very wonderful thgs to be seen egypt, are there not?&ot;
the young an was now kg a what noi pipe he reoved it fro his outh and rearked briefly and very ephatically, astonishgly well-bred aents, &ot;they ake sick&ot;
rs allerton put on her pce-nez and surveyed hi with pleasurable terest
&ot;deed? and why is that?&ot; poirot asked
&ot;take the pyraids great blocks of eless anry, put up to ister to the egois of a despotic bloated kg thk of the sweated asses who toiled to build the and died dog it it akes sick to thk of the sufferg and torture they represent&ot;
rs allerton said cheerfully, &ot;youd rather have no pyraids, no parthenon, no beautiful tobs or teples - jt the lid satisfaction of knog that people got three als a day and died their beds&ot;
the young an directed his swl her direction
&ot;i thk huan begs atter ore than stones&ot;
&ot;but they do not endure as well,&ot; rearked hercule poirot
&ot;id rather see a well fed worker than any -called work of art what atters is the future - not the past&ot;
this was too uch for signor richetti, who burst to a torrent of ipassioned speech not too easy to follow
the young an retorted by tellg everybody exactly what he thought of the capitalist syste he spoke with the utost veno
when the tirade was over they had arrived at the hotel landg sta
rs allerton urured cheerfully, &ot;well, well,&ot; and stepped ashore the y