1 A fruit vender was crying his wares in the street.
2 A gate or door opening upon the street was locked.
3 She looked handsome and distinguished in her street gown.
4 As Edna walked along the street she was thinking of Robert.
5 A profound stillness had fallen upon the broad, beautiful street.
6 Often on the street the glance of strange eyes had lingered in her memory, and sometimes had disturbed her.
7 Madame Ratignolle had not far to go, and Edna stood on the porch a while watching her walk down the street.
8 They went together, picking their way across muddy streets and sidewalks encumbered with the cheap display of small tradesmen.
9 I've been seeing the waves and the white beach of Grand Isle; the quiet, grassy street of the Cheniere; the old fort at Grande Terre.
10 He could not be in two places at once; making a living for his family on the street, and staying at home to see that no harm befell them.
11 I've been seeing the waves and the white beach of Grand Isle; the quiet, grassy street of the Cheniere Caminada; the old sunny fort at Grande Terre.
12 The murky, lowering sky, which had depressed her a few hours before, seemed bracing and invigorating as she splashed through the streets on her way home.
13 His house stood rather far back from the street, in the center of a delightful garden, so that it was quiet and peaceful at the old gentleman's study window.
14 The street, the children, the fruit vender, the flowers growing there under her eyes, were all part and parcel of an alien world which had suddenly become antagonistic.
15 The Ratignolles lived at no great distance from Edna's home, on the corner of a side street, where Monsieur Ratignolle owned and conducted a drug store which enjoyed a steady and prosperous trade.
16 She even saw how he was dressed; how he walked down one street, and turned the corner of another; saw him bending over his desk, talking to people who entered the office, going to his lunch, and perhaps watching for her on the street.