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In this last he was wrong. Miss Marple hadremarkable eyesight for her age, and was at this moment taking in everything that wasgoing on round her with keen interest and pleasure.
　　To Joan's proffer of aweek or two at one of Bournemouth's best hotels, she hadhesitated, murmured, "It's very,very kind of you, my dear, but I really don't think –”
　　"But it's good foryou, Aunt Jane. Good to get away from home sometimes. It gives you new ideas, and newthings to think about."
　　"Oh yes, you are quite right there, and I wouldlike a little visit somewhere for a change. Not, perhaps, Bournemouth."
　　Joan was slightly surprised. She had thoughtBournemouth would have been Aunt Jane's Mecca.
　　"Eastbourne? Or Torquay?"