rosegarden

Updated: May 21, 2025

They went into the drawing-room, a room smelling strongly of musk, and littered largely with furniture of every description. Nap opened wide a door-window that led into a miniature rosegarden. Beyond stretched the common, every detail standing out with marvellous vividness in the weird storm-light. "St. Christopher!" he murmured softly. "We are going to catch it."

Ethel M. (Ethel May) Dell - The Knave of Diamonds