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It was on the evening of June the 5th, 18--, that Miss Beatrice Ballantyne, in soft silk wrapper and slippers, sat rocking herself in an old-fashioned brocaded chair, in front of a wood and fir-cone fire, in a large and brilliantly lighted apartment of the mansion already referred to.
The china clock upon the mantelpiece was on the stroke of ten.