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"No, I happen to know Bertram's Hotel is stillgoing. I had a letter from there – from my American friend AmyMcAllister of Boston. She and her husband were staying there."
　　"Good, then I'll goahead, and fix it up." She added gently, "I'm afraid you may find it's changed a good deal from the days when you knew it. So don't be disappointed."
　　But Bertram's Hotel had not changed. It was just asit had always been. Quite miraculously so, in Miss Marple'sopinion. In fact, she wondered…
　　It really seemed too good to be true. She knew quitewell with her usual clear-eyed common sense, that what she wanted was simply to refurbishher memories of the past in their old original colours. Much of her life had, perforce, tobe spent recalling past pleasures. If you could find someone to remember them with,