"I saw you from the Shaws' window and took the liberty of running after you by the back street
," he said, laughing.
Gedge, the landlord of the Royal Oak, who used to turn a bloodshot eye on his neighbours in the village of Shepperton, sum up his opinion of the people in his own parish--and they were all the people he knew--in these emphatic words: "Aye, sir, I've said it often, and I'll say it again, they're a poor lot i' this parish--a poor lot, sir, big and little." I think he had a dim idea that if he could migrate to a distant parish, he might find neighbours worthy of him; and indeed he did subsequently transfer himself to the Saracen's Head, which was doing a thriving business in the back street
of a neighbouring market-town.
One house in a back street
was bright with the cheerful glare of lights; there was the sound of music in it too, and the tread of dancers, and there were cheerful voices, and many a burst of laughter.
By way of experiment, I stepped into a little shop in a queer old back street
, took four gaily decorated boxes of wax matches and three cigars, and laid down a silver piece worth 48 cents.
Appearances are everything, so far as human opinion goes, and the man who will walk down Piccadilly arm in arm with the most notorious scamp in London, provided he is a well-dressed one, will slink up a back street
to say a couple of words to a seedy-looking gentleman.
He did not choose any back street
to-day, but rode slowly, with uplifted head and free glances, along the principal street all the way to the bridge.
and so the dustman says, I believe, with the strongest approval, and so does the marine-store shop in the back street
. Gravely, Handel, for the subject is grave enough, you know how it is, as well as I do.
She lived in a small house in a back street
, but it was clean and tidy.
At the first second-hand clothing shop I came to, up a back street
, I got a rough rig suitable for a common seaman who might be going on a cold voyage, and bound up my face with a liberal bandage, saying I had a toothache.
I remember, before entering the park, I stood awhile to contemplate the statue of General Belliard, and then I advanced to the top of the great staircase just beyond, and I looked down into a narrow back street
, which I afterwards learnt was called the Rue d'Isabelle.
The friend's stable had to be reached through a back street
where you might as easily have been poisoned without expense of drugs as in any grim street of that unsanitary period.
There, in the back street
he found one, the Break of Day.