There were thugs in the streets, bars on the windows of sagging houses, and cars on blocks.
He continued through the streets and slowed when he reached a dilapidated, boarded-up church on a corner.
She couldn't walk down the streets of Atlanta in her Hell gown.
The warmth of the evening chased out Bird Song's guests—all non-dieters probably queuing up for ice cream, or maybe simply promenading the Victorian village streets as alpenglow painted the surrounding peaks in pink.
It was dark as he peddled, headlamp on, down the side streets of the now-quiet town and out the back road the short distance to Lydia's place.
The streets of Dublin were too busy for him.
The quaint streets of Pacific Grove were quiet during the weekday, with a small group of women lingering in the midmorning sun at the café on the corner.
He kissed Cynthia good-bye and strolled the sun-lit streets the short distance to Sheriff Jake Weller's office behind the courthouse.
Darkness had fallen and the streets were silent.
The rest of the population lived on the streets or underground.
Few people were out in the streets, but the front office area of the building held several women who had turned it into a living room.
The hills and farmlands gradually turned to inner suburbia and then to the harshness of urban streets, choked tightly with the crush, smells and sounds of the city.
It was dark by the time Dean reached the town and maneuvered his way through the familiar streets to 422 Collingswood Avenue.
Darian guided the horse through marble streets marked by statues of his forefathers and beyond the city into the wood running along a stream that ran through the immortal countryside.
The closer she got to the overcrowded, poor part of the city, the more people jammed the streets, shoving against her in an effort to escape the collapsing buildings.
In front of him, whitewashed dwellings lined wide cobbled streets and reflected brightly in the moonlight.
The round chamber was much like the streets: peaceful and clean.
He put you on the streets, made her sell herself to keep clothes on your back.
The next time we stand here, you will have marched through his streets with my army at your back and claimed his life.
The lower, or south-eastern, part contains both the small group of streets belonging to old Stuttgart, and also the most important part of the new town.
In great state the tribune moved through the streets of Rome, being received at St Peter's with the hymn Veni Creator Spiritus, while in a letter the poet Petrarch urged him to continue his great and noble work, and congratulated him on his past achievements, calling him the new Camillus, Brutus and Romulus.
So the procession moved through the streets, the bearers of the Sorcerer first, the Prince next, then Jim drawing the buggy with the strangers inside of it, and last the crowd of vegetable people who had no hearts and could neither smile nor frown.
The glass city had several fine streets, for a good many people lived there; but when the procession had passed through these it came upon a broad plain covered with gardens and watered by many pretty brooks that flowed through it.
These soldiers guarded the streets of the town; they would not let any one go out or come in without their leave.
The next morning, Gautama sat in his carriage and rode out from the palace into one of the streets of the city.
People used to sweep the streets at night until a machine replaced them.
People who think that all sensations reach us through the eye and the ear have expressed surprise that I should notice any difference, except possibly the absence of pavements, between walking in city streets and in country roads.
I went into the streets of Cairo, and rode on the camel.
There is actually no place in this village for a work of fine art, if any had come down to us, to stand, for our lives, our houses and streets, furnish no proper pedestal for it.
I have heard of many going astray even in the village streets, when the darkness was so thick that you could cut it with a knife, as the saying is.
It was already quite dark when Prince Andrew rattled over the paved streets of Brunn and found himself surrounded by high buildings, the lights of shops, houses, and street lamps, fine carriages, and all that atmosphere of a large and active town which is always so attractive to a soldier after camp life.
Oh, these insufferable streets, shops, bakers' signboards, street lamps, and sleighs! thought Rostov, when their leave permits had been passed at the town gate and they had entered Moscow.