Edgar Jepson

“ I did not even look at him; but he kept on talking."
"There is no doubt about what he wants. He wants horse-whipping; and he'll get it," I said.
"He does deserve it," said Pamela.
That was the beginning of a persecution. Either the rich man had the leisure to watch No. 19 continuously, or he chose his hours luckily. Twice during the next ten days he contrived to find Pamela shopping in the High Street and came nearly to No. 19 talking to her, begging her to dine with him, or come for a drive in his motor car. ”

“ The face! Woodfell! A thousand pounds! The face! A thousand pounds! A thousand pounds! The face! A thou—"
The word broke in a horrible shriek:
"My God, I've gone and hit it now!" he cried shrilly; and fell backwards full length on the garden path. Only his hat saved him from cracking his skull on the asphalt.
The chauffeur jumped from the car, ran to him, dropped on one knee, and raised him against the other.
The door opened again and Woodfell stood in the doorway looking down on them.
"Here, guv'ner, you've got no call for ter go an' treat a man like this. It's crool. ”

“ Presently he set the car going and turned it round.
I sat down at my table and went on polishing some verses. The sight of the rich man's terror proved no stimulant. Twenty minutes later the door of No. 19 opened; and the rich man came out. He seemed still very shaky, and slunk down the path like a whipped hound. But he moved less feebly.
Woodfell stood, frowning, and watched him get into the car. The chauffeur started it; and it ran up the road. Woodfell stood quiet for a minute, still frowning ”

“ We gave him every chance. Pamela walked up and down the High Street for an hour; and I kept thirty yards behind her; but he never came.
We were not eager to tell Woodfell of this persecution because he had always shown so little interest in her that we were doubtful how he might take it. He might laugh at the whole business and refuse to interfere. ”

“ I might have treated her better, seeing that she's my only kith and kin. But there, I don't like women. You must make up for the poor life she has had. I've no doubt you will. By the way, have you never thought of becoming a wild-beast tamer? ”

“ He told me the story of an expedition in East Africa, through forests untrodden by white feet, forests full of battle, murder, and sudden death.
"But I got the information I wanted, at last—and Haskell got his beetle," he said. ”