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 My thanks are yours, no less, for one thing clear: Though you are silent, what you say is true.

"There may have been the devil in my feet, For down I blundered, like a fugitive, To find the old room in Eleventh Street. God save us!—I came here again to live."

We rose at that, and all the ghosts rose then, And followed us unseen to his old room. No longer a good place for living men We found it, and we shivered in the gloom.

The goods he took away from there were few, And soon we found ourselves outside once more, Where now the lamps along the Avenue Bloomed white for miles above an iron floor.

"Now lead me to the newest of hotels," He said, "and let your spleen be undeceived: