Edward Sterling arrived in New York on a Tuesday in October, carrying a leather satchel that contained three shirts, a letter of introduction to a man named Mr. Whitfield at the Herald Publishing H...
He found a room in a basement apartment on 110th Street for six dollars a week. The woman who rented it to him had a face like a dried apple and a voice like gravel but she gave him a kettle and a spoon and told him the hallway light was broken and he should stop leaving it open. Edward said he would not. He would not leave it open. He would not leave anything open that was not meant to be...
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