It was five o'clock in the afternoon. There can be no doubt whatever as to that. OldAgnes may say what she pleases-she has a habit of doing so-but I know for certain(because I looked at my watch not ten minutes before it happened) that it wasexactly five o'clock in the afternoon when I received a most singular and every wayremarkable visit-a visit which has left an indelible impression on my memory, aswell it might; for, independent of its singularity and unexpectedness, one of itsresults was the series of strange adventures which are faithfully detailed in thisvolume.It happened thus: -I was seated in an armchair in my private study in a small town on the west coast ofEngland. It was a splendid afternoon, and it was exactly five o'clock. Mark that. Notthat there is anything singular about the mere fact, neither is it in any way mixedup with the thread of this tale; but old Agnes is very obstinate-singularly positive-and I have a special desire that she should see it in print, that I have not given in onthat point. Yes, it was five precisely, and a beautiful evening. I was ruminating, as Ifrequently do, on the pleasant memories of bygone days, especially the happy daysthat I spent long ago among the coral islands of the Pacific, when a tap at the dooraroused me
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