” Capes let his oar smack on the water. She got a bun and some cocoa in the little refreshment-room, and then wandered through the galleries up-stairs, crowded with Polynesian idols and Polynesian dancinggarments, and all the simple immodest accessories to life in Polynesia, to a seat among the mummies. ‘Beg pardon, sir?’ asked the sergeant, evidently mystified. She had been to San Francisco, and what I learned about the world was from her. The watch was again consulted.
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