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They are subterranean and introverted. They are the cellars. Those rich colonnades of Commerce street, all those porticoes surmounted with Greek or Roman triangles in the nature of pediments, of what antique religion are they the representations? They are cellar-doors.
"It is a terribly embarrassing predicament; but since we started out together, we'll hang together." She held out her hand to me. "It will be fun to extricate ourselves with full honors." "You're a brick!" And I pressed her hand tightly. "Now, I wonder why the burglar didn't try those cellar-doors?" she murmured. "By Jove, I'll soon find out! Come on. There's hope yet."
All I want of you is to help me out of here." "I am not a burglar." "Oh, I understand, sir; I understand completely. A gentleman is always a gentleman, sir. Now, you can return to that coal-bin. I was just about to make for it when you lit that candle." "Why not leave by the cellar-doors?" "I have my reasons, sir; most satisfactory reasons, sir. I prefer the window.
The Boston improvement of emphasizing the bass with discharges of distant artillery, or its equivalent, the slamming of cellar-doors nearer by, was not attained. Noise and harmony were kept at arm's length apart. The illustration of homes was made a specialty. As at Paris, the peoples brought their dwellings, or, more often, the dwellings came without their occupants.
I had heard vaguely of these reverses; of whole streets of houses standing deserted by the Tyne, the cellar-doors broken and removed for firewood; of homeless men loitering at the street-corners of Glasgow with their chests beside them; of closed factories, useless strikes, and starving girls. But I had never taken them home to me or represented these distresses livingly to my imagination.
I had heard vaguely of these reverses; of whole streets of houses standing deserted by the Tyne, the cellar-doors broken and removed for firewood; of homeless men loitering at the street-corners of Glasgow with their chests beside them; of closed factories, useless strikes, and starving girls. But I had never taken them home to me or represented these distresses livingly to my imagination.
Let us give up the idea of windows and seek the cellar-doors, those that give to the grounds. I declare I shall leave by no other exit." "It was very kind of you to let me make an ass of myself like that. Why didn't you tell me beforehand?" "Perhaps it's the angle of vision again. I can see that we shall never agree.
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