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But Aunt Maureen makes smashing omelettes. Julia Upjohn.She makes smashing omelettes. Poirot's voice was happy. He sighed.Then Hercule Poirot has not lived in vain, he said. It was I who taught your Aunt Maureen to make an omelette.

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