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Portrait of Edgar Jepson Edgar Jepson The Garden at No. 19 — Chapter 4 (1910)

I pondered her confused admissions about the beast in the garden. She, too, had not seen the horror; like myself she had only felt it. I had had the impression that it had been on the little strip of lawn before the cupola. Plainly the shrubs hid that strip from the door of the dining-room of No. 19. I was more curious than ever about the doings of her uncle; and I was sure that she could throw a bright light on them, if she would. The natural curiosity of an intelligent girl would take a great deal of baulking; and Pamela seemed an uncommonly intelligent girl.
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Portrait of Edgar Jepson Edgar Jepson The Garden at No. 19 — Chapter 4 (1910)

Surely you've not been frightened often."
"Not often, thank goodness! But often enough," she said.
"As when you found that beast in the garden the other Sunday?"
"Yes," she said,. and added in a thoughtful tone, "I wonder who it was?"
"Who? You don't suppose it was a person?" I cried.
"I don't think any animal could have frightened us like that."
"No, that's true. And of course an animal could not have understood your uncle's exorcism. It would have been wasted on an animal."
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Portrait of Edgar Jepson Edgar Jepson The Garden at No. 19 — Chapter 4 (1910)

I said in a lower tone: "If you were to keep the sewing-machine going, it would blur the sound of our voices. It's a pity that your uncle's so—so—"
"Grumpy," said Pamela, setting the machine going.
"Grumpy be it. I have always thought it the duty of neighbors to be friendly. Don't you think so?"
"It depends on the neighbors, I should think," she said.
"It does indeed," I said. "And it seems to me that you and I are just the kind of neighbors who ought to be friendly. Have there been any more horrors in your garden?"
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