The subterranean level of the Diedermayer house was fully bedecked with every luxury known to mankind. My son wanted to marry a woman of thirty in a tobacconist’s shop. Wood then led the way up a rather high and, according to modern notions, incommodious flight of steps, and introduced his guest to a neat parlour, the windows of which were darkened by pots of flowers and creepers. Yesterday this glorious creature had loved him; to-day she was only friendly. Oh, what’s his name? It’s on the tip of my tongue.
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