| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - As Miss Marple reached for her knitting needles she heard the ting of a bicycle bell, and looking out of her window she saw the imposing figure of the village policeman Sergeant Constable coming up her path, and then there was a knock on the door.'Why, good morning, Sergeant', she said, and then opened the door, 'what can I do for you?'
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