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I suppose the phrase—the word—originally meant a man who searched for food on the beach. He misstated her age and address; but you can’t get home on him for a thing like that. A black silk furbelowed scarf covered her shoulders; and over the kincob gown hung a yellow satin apron, trimmed with white Persian. Even now I do not understand. Both ladies were on easy and friendly terms with all that was best in Morningside Park society; they had an afternoon once a month that was quite well attended, they sometimes gave musical evenings, they dined out and gave a finish to people’s dinners, they had a full-sized croquet lawn and tennis beyond, and understood the art of bringing people together. There was only one clean spot in the picture—the ship's wash (all white) that fluttered on a line stretched between the two masts. She had already realized that this instructress was hopelessly wrong and foggy—it is the test of the good comparative anatomist—upon the skull.
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