garret

This morning (we living lately in the garret,) I rose, put on my suit with great skirts, having not lately worn any other clothes but them.

On an exceptionally hot evening early in July a young man came out of the garret in which he lodged in S. Place and walked slowly, as though in hesitation, towards K. bridge.

I was in the main garret, with huge beams and rafters over my head, great spaces around me, a door here and there in sight, and long vistas whose gloom was thinned by a few lurking cobwebbed windows a

The classic tale of starving young Bohemian lovers living in a garret has been called the "greatest love story ever sung."

The rain pattered upon the roof and the sky gloomed through the dusty garret windows.