Book 3, Chapter 2: The Evening and the Morning Were the First Day

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​‌​⁠With her umbrella over her shoulder, Rose set sail northward again through the rain, absurdly cheered; first by the fact that the opening skirmish had distinctly, though intangibly, gone her way; secondly by the small bit of luck that North End Hall would be, judging by its number on North Clark Street, not more than a block or two from her three-dollar room.

The sight of the entrance to it gave he