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Updated: May 1, 2025
And how the people cheered them as they rode upon their engines, drawn by galloping horses! With what breathless interest they watched them climbing up ladders, sliding down ropes, and bearing men on their backs out of third-floor windows!
A few chairs and a table were the chief articles of furniture in the third-floor back room which they occupied. A roll of baby-linen lay on the floor; beside it a pap-clogged spoon and an overturned tin pap-cup. A baby was crying against every chair-leg, the whole family of six or seven being small enough to be covered by a washing-tub. Mrs.
"To you the room with board'll be ten dollars a week," she said with flattering emphasis. "A well-known poetess has just left it to be married. It's not large, but, being at the back of the house, it's nice and quiet." When Win was shown the third-floor back hall bedroom she saw that even a poetess of passion might have snapped at her first proposal.
"He wanted to see you, and the third-floor gentleman also about the rent." "Dear Richard! What an admirable memory he has for dates! Did he leave any message, Madame Duphôt?" The old woman looked at me, and hesitated. "He says, M'sieur Müller he says ..." "Nay, this gentleman is a friend you may speak out. What does our beloved and respected propriétaire say, Madame Duphôt?"
Then I returned and carried the deceased up to one of the third-floor rooms, where I removed his clothes and laid him out on a long packing-case in the position in which he would lie in the mummy-case.
Well, he must strike Mr. Weston for a raise!... which he wouldn't tell Eleanor about. A second step into the bog of Secrecy! When he got home, Eleanor, in the dingy third-floor front, was waiting for him, alert and tender, and gay with purpose: "Maurice! I've counted expenses, and I'm sure we can go to housekeeping! And I can have little Bingo. Mrs. O'Brien says he's just pining away for me!"
A keen wind rushed through it, and by the blown candle's light he could see snowflakes whirled into the house through the window's dark, star-studded square. There was whispering going on. He heard her words, "Here. So! Jump." And then a little figure Edred it must be; no, Elfrida climbed up on to the window-ledge. And jumped out. Out of the third-floor window undoubtedly jumped.
The room which she finally obtained at three dollars a week was a third-floor front, shaped like a shoe box, with an aisle of walking space between the cot and washstand, and as dank to her and as shiver-inducing as a damp bathing suit donned at dawn.
"'Third-floor," he read out, "'Mr. Thomas Barlow, Commission Agent. Hum! I think we will look in on Mr. Barlow." He stepped quickly up the stone stairs, and I followed, until we arrived, somewhat out of breath, on the third-floor. Outside the Commission Agent's door he paused for a moment, and we both listened curiously to an irregular sound of shuffling feet from within.
It was now nearly six o'clock, and the third-floor corner room was discussing the situation. "I guess you'd better see Mr. Randolph to-morrow," Mrs. Albright was saying. "Why not make it this evening?" returned Polly. "She may not live till morning!" Tears were in her voice. "No, the Doctor didn't think she'd give out right away; he said she might last a good while."
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