Another bang of the street
door sent the basket under the sofa, and the girls to the table, eager for breakfast.
Then flinging herself upon the uncomfortable sofa she said, "Mademoiselle, I am going to move away from my house on Esplanade Street
Certainly in the matter of dress they were behind the fashions as revealed in Montgomery Street
is Pyncheon Street
; the house is the old Pyncheon House; and an elm-tree, of wide circumference, rooted before the door, is familiar to every town-born child by the title of the Pyncheon Elm.
Gradually, they have sunk almost out of sight; as old houses, here and there about the streets
, get covered half-way to the eaves by the accumulation of new soil.
Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street
, and methodically knocking people's hats off--then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.
We soon turned up one of the side streets
, and about halfway up that we turned into a very narrow street
, with rather poor-looking houses on one side, and what seemed to be coach-houses and stables on the other.
Still, I must venture to claim one little matter of superiority in our manners; a lady may traverse our streets
all day, going and coming as she chooses, and she will never be molested by any man; but if a lady, unattended, walks abroad in the streets
of London, even at noonday, she will be pretty likely to be accosted and insulted--and not by drunken sailors, but by men who carry the look and wear the dress of gentlemen.
The nearer it got to noon that day the thicker and thicker was the wagons and horses in the streets
, and more coming all the time.
The lamps across his streets
had a portentously elastic swing with them.
So on the fourth day from that time, Silas and Eppie, in their Sunday clothes, with a small bundle tied in a blue linen handkerchief, were making their way through the streets
of a great manufacturing town.
From his exalted position Passepartout observed with much curiosity the wide streets
, the low, evenly ranged houses, the Anglo-Saxon Gothic churches, the great docks, the palatial wooden and brick warehouses, the numerous conveyances, omnibuses, horse-cars, and upon the side-walks, not only Americans and Europeans, but Chinese and Indians.