seven-thirty-two

Updated: June 21, 2025

"There's an old lady living over there at seven-thirty-two," he said, "who has a room, I think. She might take you in." He liked Eugene's looks. Eugene crossed over and rang a downstairs bell. The door was opened shortly by a tall, kindly woman, of a rather matriarchal turn. Her hair was gray. "Yes?" she inquired. "The gentleman at the livery stable over there said I might get a room here.

Theodore Dreiser - The "Genius"