Sherlock Holmes and I walked together to the High Street
, where we stopped at the shop of Harding Brothers, whence the bust had been purchased.
As for me, I am off to the post-office, and thence to the High Street
about the dead body.
They passed the drawbridge, and entered the town; and the light was only beginning to fail as, guided by William's powerful voice, they were rattled into a narrow street, leading from the High Street
, and drawn up before the door of a small house now inhabited by Mr.
I had a cat once that used to follow me about everywhere, until it even got quite embarrassing, and I had to beg her, as a personal favor, not to accompany me any further down the High Street
Thanking Mr Vincent Crummles for his obliging offer, Nicholas jumped out, and, giving Smike his arm, accompanied the manager up High Street
on their way to the theatre; feeling nervous and uncomfortable enough at the prospect of an immediate introduction to a scene so new to him.
The hostlers fly back, drawing off the cloths from their glossy loins, and away we go through the market-place and down the High Street
, looking in at the first- floor windows, and seeing several worthy burgesses shaving thereat; while all the shopboys who are cleaning the windows, and housemaids who are doing the steps, stop and look pleased as we rattle past, as if we were a part of their legitimate morning's amusement.
A lawyer in High Street
, Knowlesbury--the old offices that his father had before him.
The High Street
stunk of oil; we wondered how people could live in it.
In the High Street
of Lyndhurst the wayfarers had to pick their way, for the little town was crowded with the guardsmen, grooms, and yeomen prickers who were attached to the King's hunt.
I just hurried up to Blackfriars and booked for High Street
, Kensington, at the top of my voice; and as the train was leaving Sloane Square out I hopped, and up all those stairs like a lamplighter, and round to the studio by the back streets.
She was haunted by absurd jumbled ideas--how, if one went back far enough, everything perhaps was intelligible; everything was in common; for the mammoths who pastured in the fields of Richmond High Street
had turned into paving stones and boxes full of ribbon, and her aunts.
Many citizens, seeing the women flying toward the High Street
, leaving their children crying at the open doors, hastened to don the cuirass, and supporting their somewhat uncertain courage with a musket or a partisan, directed their steps toward the hostelry of the Jolly Miller, before which was gathered, increasing every minute, a compact group, vociferous and full of curiosity.