Where the polished sands of Biarritz proffer their parquetry for the brawling cotillion of the Atlantic surf, an Englishwoman, one Mrs. Williams, and her daughter went swimming last week, were caught where the tide pirouetted around sunken rocks, cried for help. A lifesaver dragged the elder woman to safety, went back for her daughter. Weakened, he was drowning, when out of a crowd on the beach stepped one W. B. Jemmett, artist, 6 ft. 9¾ in. tall, cast off his gaudy beach cloak, braved the tides. Six minutes later, Death in the whitely...
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