iron-palinged

Updated: June 13, 2025

For a moment they hesitated like travellers on the verge of unknown country; then Francey crossed over to the iron-palinged garden and they walked on side by side under the trees that rattled their grimy, fleshless limbs in an eerie dance. There was no one else stirring. The eyes of the stately Georgian houses were already closed in the weariness of their sad old age. But she asked no questions.

I. A. R. (Ida Alexa Ross) Wylie - The Dark House