1 She bade him good night in a broken voice, and went out into the street.
2 Mrs. Sparsit sat in her afternoon apartment at the Bank, on the shadier side of the frying street.
3 His home, in such another street as the first, saving that it was narrower, was over a little shop.
4 He was at the bottom when she began to descend, and was in the street before she could take his arm.
5 It was but a hurried parting in a common street, yet it was a sacred remembrance to these two common people.
6 He crossed the street with his eyes bent upon the ground, and thus was walking sorrowfully away, when he felt a touch upon his arm.
7 The shadows of night had gathered so fast, that he did not look about him when he closed the door, but plodded straight along the street.
8 They walked back together to the corner of the street where Rachael lived, and as they drew nearer and nearer to it, silence crept upon them.
9 By general consent, they even avoided that side of the street on which he habitually walked; and left it, of all the working men, to him only.
10 Almost as they did so, there came running round the corner of the street at a quick pace and with a frightened look, a girl whom Mr. Gradgrind recognized.
11 She went, with her neat figure and her sober womanly step, down the dark street, and he stood looking after her until she turned into one of the small houses.
12 He bowed himself out; and Mrs. Sparsit, hiding in the window curtain, saw him languishing down the street on the shady side of the way, observed of all the town.
13 When they turned into a narrow street, Stephen glanced at his window with a dread that always haunted his desolate home; but it was open, as he had left it, and no one was there.
14 So, he had been quite alone during the four days, and had spoken to no one, when, as he was leaving his work at night, a young man of a very light complexion accosted him in the street.
15 They went out without further discourse; and Mr. Bounderby piloted the new acquaintance who so strongly contrasted with him, to the private red brick dwelling, with the black outside shutters, the green inside blinds, and the black street door up the two white steps.
16 As this was his usual hour for having a little confidential chat with Mrs. Sparsit, and as he had already caught her eye and seen that she was going to ask him something, he made a pretence of arranging the rulers, inkstands, and so forth, while that lady went on with her tea, glancing through the open window, down into the street.
17 Without a candle in the room, Mrs. Sparsit sat at the window, with her hands before her, not thinking much of the sounds of evening; the whooping of boys, the barking of dogs, the rumbling of wheels, the steps and voices of passengers, the shrill street cries, the clogs upon the pavement when it was their hour for going by, the shutting-up of shop-shutters.
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