A man was strolling without Draper Cemetery when he encountered a womanly ghost most fair. Said he, "Good evening, Madam. May I inquire as to the secret of your pallour for it is most fair and I should very much like it upon my wife."
"Sir, I fear you are mistaken for the secret of my countenance is not but death," said she.
Whereupon the gentleman replied, "Madam, there is no mistake."
End yarn.
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