Edgar Jepson,
The Garden at No. 19 — Chapter 12
(1910)
“ The autumn wore through; and we never felt the tediousness of the declining year. Long walks with Pamela took the place of my lawn tennis; and I never missed it. In the fuller and healthier life she was enjoying she throve like a flower in its proper sunshine; her beauty and charm increased.The rites, as Woodfell had promised, were not again that autumn celebrated in the garden of No. 19; at any rate the full rites were not. But some rites were celebrated in his study—at least so it seemed —for three or four times he sent Pamela to bed early, and locked her in her room. ”
