Julio was lodged in a filthy, disreputable hotel at the end of a foul-smelling alley.

A little Cupid adorned the crystals of the door, and the looking-glass in his room was scratched with names and unspeakable phrases--souvenirs of the occupants of an hour.

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and yet many grand ladies, hunting in vain for temporary residence, would have envied him his good fortune.
All his investigations proved fruitless.