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There are no funerals among the poor, only burials. Who could say that the girl's father had not once been a fashionable clergyman in the States and that drink had got him and forced him down, step by step, until—to use the child's odd expression—he had come upon the beach? She was cynical, this spinster. The fresh air, which blew in his face, greatly revived him. And instead of accepting the situation gratefully, he felt vaguely hurt! One evening in September a proa rasped in upon the beach. ‘Don’t try to turn it off,’ ordered Miss Froxfield.
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