From Bentley’s Miscellany
The Diamond Bracelet
The afternoon of a hot June day was drawing towards evening, and the great world of London—for it was the height of the season—were [sic] beginning to think of dinner. In a well-furnished dressing room, the windows being open for air, and the blinds drawn down to exclude the sun, stood a lady, whose maid was giving the last touch to her rich attire. It was Lady Sarah Hope.
“What bracelets, my lady?” asked the maid, taking a small bunch of keys from her pocket.
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