Louis Becke,
Âmona; The Child; And The Beast…
“ We arrived on the verandah, and in front of the hall-door, quite five minutes before Ted appeared. “Well, did you see anything?” he asked, as he walked up the steps, lantern in hand. “Nothing,” we answered, edging up towards the door. Ted looked at us contemptuously. “You miserable little curs! What are you so frightened of? You’re no better than a pack of women and kids. It’s the wind that has made the bell ring, or, if it’s not the wind, it is something else which I don’t know anything about; but I want my supper. Pull the bell, one of you.” ”
