Covent Garden Market at sunrise too, in the spring or summer, when the fragrance of sweet flowers is in the air, over-powering even the unwholesome streams of last night's debauchery, and driving the dusky thrust, whose cage has hung outside a garret window
all night long, half mad with joy!
She partly drew aside the curtain of the long, low garret window
and called our attention to a number of bird-cages hanging there, some containing several birds.
The garret windows
and tops of houses were so crowded with spectators, that I thought in all my travels I had not seen a more populous place.
For what comfort should Mr B spy from his garret window
while listening to Mr Redmond on the wireless...