Edgar Jepson

“ At last she said: "There will be another celebration of the rites at the August full moon. May I come and watch it with you? If there are two of us, we shan't be frightened. I'm sure I could climb over the partition wall between the two houses and get into your window. No one would see me. There's only that blank wall on the other side of the street; and no one could see me from below."
"Goodness, no, child!"
"But why not?" she said.
"There's no saying what we might fancy when that ritual had worked us up to the fancying point. You might get a horrible shock." ”

“ Then they came along the garden to the house, talking to one another in voices that, to my ears, had a weary ring; and I saw that two or three of them came swaying and staggering. Assuredly the party wore a limp and bedraggled air.
Woodfell and Marks came last, a little behind the others; and I heard Woodfell say with a weary impatience: "I tell you I'm growing tired of this—always the same thing—no advance. I'm growing surer and surer that it's the lack of the feminine element that keeps us at a standstill."
"It may be—it may be," said Marks. "But I am against women in ritual. ”

“ A broad, parapetted gutter runs along the front of my house; and at the end of it the partition wall between 19 and 20 rises some four feet high. It hid from me the window of Pamela's bedroom; and I slipped out of my window and went along the gutter to it. The window of her bedroom was open.
"Pamela! Pamela!" I called loudly in a shaky voice.
There was a stirring; and in a moment she put her head out of the window and stared at me with blinking, astonished eyes.
"Are you all right? You're not frightened?" I cried anxiously. ”