Every window, from the groundfloor to the garret had its occupant, and the roofs were covered with spectators. He went in and leaned, panting, against one wall. If you were a poet in need of rhymes, you had only to turn to a certain page. Come home alone. I can't invent; the thing won't come. I offer you my assistance on certain terms.
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