Rosyfingered dawn had not yet streaked the sky above the Acropolis. It was the undiplomatic hour of one o'clock of a March morning, and the British Minister to Greece, Sir Milne Cheetham, and Lady Cheetham were sleeping soundly when a group of Greek revolutionaries left sticks of dynamite on the front steps of the British Legation. Sir Milne and Lady Cheetham and all the servants awakened instantly. The dynamite had exploded. The Legation steps were blown away, the massive wooden doors of the Legation were wrecked, a dozen windows were broken.
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