A heap of bricks and mortar
lay in the roadway on each side of a breach in the newly built wall, over which Lady Brandon, from her eminence on horseback, could see, coming towards her across the pleasure ground, a column of about thirty persons.
Brown, as he opened the kitchen door; "content yourself with building castles in the air, where house-lots are cheaper than on earth, to say nothing of the cost of bricks and mortar
The water- way, so fair above and wide below, flows oppressed by bricks and mortar
and stone, by blackened timber and grimed glass and rusty iron, covered with black barges, whipped up by paddles and screws, overburdened with craft, overhung with chains, overshadowed by walls making a steep gorge for its bed, filled with a haze of smoke and dust.
I AM a lazy fellow, and get terribly heavy in my saddle; not to mention that I'm always spending more than I can afford in bricks and mortar
, so that I get savage at a lame beggar when he asks me for sixpence.
Beyond lay another dull wilderness of bricks and mortar
, its silence broken only by the heavy, regular footfall of the policeman, or the songs and shouts of some belated party of revellers.
While thus looking out into the shade of Old Square, Lincoln's Inn, surveying the intolerable bricks and mortar
Those good old times are gone when a murderer could wipe the stain from his name and soothe his troubles to sleep simply by getting out his bricks and mortar
and building an addition to a church.
It is more like a stage village than one built of bricks and mortar
Except when old bricks and mortar
takes it into his head to do it himself, you should add, Tommy,' remarked Mr Lenville.
Yet when a new Institution's going to be built, it seems to me that the bricks and mortar
ain't made of half so much consequence as the Patrons and Patronesses; no, nor yet the objects.
I suppose you have hardly seen anything but chimney-pots and bricks and mortar
all your life, Sam,' said Mr.
Then came a turnpike; then fields again with trees and hay-stacks; then, a hill, and on the top of that, the traveller might stop, and--looking back at old Saint Paul's looming through the smoke, its cross peeping above the cloud (if the day were clear), and glittering in the sun; and casting his eyes upon the Babel out of which it grew until he traced it down to the furthest outposts of the invading army of bricks and mortar
whose station lay for the present nearly at his feet--might feel at last that he was clear of London.