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The same evening the earl and his guests were sitting in the June twilight -- the long, late northern twilight, which is nowhere more lovely than on the shores of Loch Beg. Malcolm had just come in with candles, as a gentle hint that it was time for his master, over whose personal welfare he was sometimes a little too solicitous, to retire, when there happened what for the time being startled every body present.
Malcolm, going to the window, sprang suddenly back with a shout and a scream.