The street he now took was, at this point, so extremely winding that, for the most part, it received no benefit from the flares at either corner, so that he was forced practically to grope his way in the dense shadows of the arcade.
As he spoke, and drew Mr Haredale back, they had both a glimpse of
the street. It was but a glimpse, but it showed them the crowd, gathering and clustering round the house: some of the armed men pressing to the front to break down the doors and windows, some bringing brands from the nearest fire, some with lifted faces following their course upon the roof and pointing them out to their companions: all raging and roaring like the flames they lighted up.
Up
the street came galloping a closed carriage, bursting abruptly into noise at the corner, rising to a clattering climax under the window, and dying away slowly in the distance.
Small parties of young men stood at the corners of
the streets or walked along the narrow pavements.
He went out into
the street: two men were running past toward the bridge.
She crumpled up like a can that has been kicked by a heavy boot, her forepart came down in the square, and the rest of her length, with a great snapping and twisting of shafts and stays, descended, collapsing athwart Tammany Hall and
the streets towards Second Avenue.
As the soldiers had carpeted
the street with dead slaves, so, in turn, did they themselves become carpet.
From across
the street, between the Olsen and the Isham houses, came a shower of stones.
Meanwhile, the venerable stranger, staff in hand, was pursuing his solitary walk along the centre of
the street. As he drew near the advancing soldiers, and as the roll of their drum came full upon his ears, the old man raised himself to a loftier mien, while the decrepitude of age seemed to fall from his shoulders, leaving him in gray but unbroken dignity.
The streets are extravagantly wide, the paved squares are prodigious, the houses are huge and handsome, and compacted into uniform blocks that stretch away as straight as an arrow, into the distance.
The street called Straight is straighter than a corkscrew, but not as straight as a rainbow.
Moreover, for the purpose of thus following passers-by (and especially female passers-by) in
the streets, which Gringoire was fond of doing, there is no better disposition than ignorance of where one is going to sleep.