原文（英语）：

    The Furnished Room

    Restless, shifting, fugae itself is a  vast bulk of the population of the red brick district of the lower West Side.

    Homeless, they have a huhey flit from furo furras forever--tras iras i and mind. They si Htime; they carry their ~lares et penates~ in a bandbox; their viicture hat; a rubber plaree.

    Hehe houses of this distrig had a thousand dwellers, should have a thousaell, mostly dull ones, no doubt; but it would be strahere ot be found a ghost or two ihese vagras.

    Oer dark a young mahese g red mansi their bells. At the twelfth he rested his lean hahe step ahe dust from his hatband ahe bell sou and far away ie, hollow depths.

    To the door of this, the twelfth house whose bell he had rung, came a housekeeper who made him think of an ued worm that had eaten its nut to a hollow shell and now sought to fill the vacy with edible lodgers.

    He asked if there was a room to let.

    "e in," said the housekeeper. Her voice  her throat; her throat seemed lih fur. "I have the third floor bat since a week back. Should you wish to look at it?"

    The young man followed her up the stairs. A faint light from no partiitigated the shadows of the halls. They trod noiselessly upon a stair carpet that its own loom would have forsworo have bee vegetable; to have dege rao lush li  moss that grew ihe staird was visder the foa ea of the stairs were vai the wall.

    Perhaps plants had ohin them. If so they had d