I love the chill October days, when the brown leaves lie thick and sodden underneath your feet... the evenings in late autumn time, when the white mist creeps across the fields, making it seem as though old Earth, feeling the night air cold to its poor bones, were drawing ghostly bedclothes round its withered limbs.

John Ingerfield and Other Stories (ed. Library of Alexandria, 1912) - ISBN: 9781465502223