The subterranean level of the Diedermayer house was fully bedecked with every luxury known to mankind. That’s why I chucked Manning. It remains a bizarre idea to me that Lucy Alberti could ever become so detailed or so real, but I’m certainly glad to have made her acquaintance. At the expiration of an hour, by dint of unremitting exertion, he had made so large a breach in the chimney, that he could stand upright in it. No blowzy barmaids for him to-day: an American bar-keep to whom he could tell his troubles and receive the proper meed of sympathy. I’ve always had a sneaking desire for the writing-trade.
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