A MEMBER of the State Militia stood at a street corner
, scowling stormily, and the people passing that way went a long way around him, thinking of the horrors of war.
If you had seen little Jo standing at the street corner
in the rain, you would hardly have admired him.
On a street corner
, standing under a gas-light and looking over the elevated road at the moon, was a man.
She said it to Sissy, as they sat in her lodging, lighted only by the lamp at the street corner
Nevertheless, a twist of tow soaked in oil, which burned in a cage at the feet of the Holy Virgin at the street corner
, permitted Gringoire to make out the gypsy struggling in the arms of two men, who were endeavoring to stifle her cries.
We met each other in the evening, after the day's work, on the street corner
, or in a little candy store on a side street, our sole frequenting-place.
At the next street corner
a woman rushed up to them crying:
The figure in these two phases haunted the lawyer all night; and if at any time he dozed over, it was but to see it glide more stealthily through sleeping houses, or move the more swiftly and still the more swiftly, even to dizziness, through wider labyrinths of lamplighted city, and at every street corner
crush a child and leave her screaming.
It was not easy for a stout man like Gabriel to keep his legs at the street corners
, or to make head against the high wind, which often fairly got the better of him, and drove him back some paces, or, in defiance of all his energy, forced him to take shelter in an arch or doorway until the fury of the gust was spent.
And the floor creaked, and the ceiling was all made of glass mirrors, so that he saw himself standing on his head, and by each window were standing three reporters and an editor; and each of them was writing down what was said, to publish it in the paper that came out and was sold at the street corners
for a penny.
On street corners
and in store lounging-places the men talked, too, and wept--though not so openly.
The Finches spent their money foolishly (the Hotel we dined at was in Covent-garden), and the first Finch I saw, when I had the honour of joining the Grove, was Bentley Drummle: at that time floundering about town in a cab of his own, and doing a great deal of damage to the posts at the street corners