“Bohemianism is the least understood word ever coined. A narrow entry, formed by two low walls, communicated with the main thoroughfare; and in this passage, under the cover of a penthouse, stood Wood, with his little burthen, to whom we shall now return. “Where would you like to go? Are you hungry?” “No. ” She gave herself permission now to look at this squarely. The girl’s eyes never left his face. No one spoke, and she was impelled to flounder on. The Night-Cellar XVIII.
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