Chapter 12

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​‌⁠When Larry awoke the next morning, he blinked for several bewildered moments about his bedroom, so unlike his cell at Sing Sing and so unlike Hunt's helter-skelter studio down at the Duchess's which he had shared, before he realized that this big, airy chamber and this miracle of a bed on which he lay were realities and not a mere continuation of a dream of fantastic and body-flattering wealth.

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