1895. The book begins: At eight o'clock on Sunday morning, Arthur
Peachey unlocked his front door, and quietly went forth. He had not
ventured to ask that early breakfast should be prepared for him.
Enough that he was leaving home for a summer holiday-the first he
had allowed himself since his marriage three years ago.
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