Miss Marple

Old   Miss   Marple   inclined   her   head.   It   was   a   gentle   gesture   of   courtesy.   Whilst   Major
Palgrave   proceeded   with   the   somewhat   uninteresting   recollections   of   a   lifetime,   Miss
Marple peacefully pursued her own thoughts. It was a routine with which she was well
acquainted.   (…) With Major Palgrave the terms were slightly
different. (…) But the pattern was essentially the same.
An elderly man who needed a listener so that he could, in memory, relive days in which
he had been happy. Days when his back had been straight, his eyesight keen, his hearing
acute. 

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à vous:

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