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To make our story clear to the reader, it will be wise, perchance, to put back the clock of time from the 25th of December, 18--, for a trifle over twenty years. A baby boy had just awakened in a cottage by the sea, not more than a quarter of a mile away from Stewart Towers. Blinking his eyes, he gazed wonderingly from out of his soft cambric and fleecy woollen wrappings at his nurse. The room was meanly furnished, but spotlessly clean. The personal surroundings of the infant were rich and costly, as though he was a child of expectancy and promise, whose advent had been desired and waited for, and who was destined to a fortune and a name.
But the homely face of the nurse looked down pitifully upon the little stranger as she whispered to herself rather than to the child: "It's a hard, sad world you've come to, little beauty; you'd better have stayed in the country where they wear no clothes."