St. Mary Meade is a typical English village: quiet, far from the hustle and bustle and fog of London, and easily accessible; large railway stations, churches, hotels, several convenience stores, grocery stores and bars. And a group of talkative old ladies, bearing the brunt of Miss Marple. Miss Marple was tall, with pure blue eyes, pink cheeks and a gentle disposition. She lives next door to the priest's house and is in the right place at the right time. The old lady is keen on gardening and has a panoramic view of the people who come and go to and from the priest's house while repairing the garden. There was something in the village that could not be hidden from Miss Marple, and she knew what no one else knew. Although it is a country, St. Mary Meade has a lot of affairs. The Reverend Claremont married Griselda, who was almost twenty years younger than himself, lived in a nephew of her age, Dennis, and rented the studio to the painter Lawrence. Claremont is gentle, Griselda is beautiful and lively, Dennis is mischievous, Lawrence is handsome and charming. The family was enough for the people in the village to talk, and a new wife, a famous archaeologist and his energetic young assistant, had recently moved in the village. People in the village.
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