Mr. Porcupine, innocently believing him, left his country hedgerows, and took a garret in a back-street in London.
The “Sporting Doctor” hails from a back-street in the Blackfriars-road.
And now, her wry sly smile, peeping from underneath her battered hat-brim, meets me at every back-street corner.
Then he escaped by the window into a back-street; I followed him, but he was too quick for me.
He made his escape through back-street, through the (then great) gate, into the Marsh, and gott into France.
Its mother ran shrieking out of some back-street hard by, in time to see the little bleeding body carted up in a mangled heap.
Eugene saw White as an interesting type—tall, leathery, swaggering, a back-street bully evolved into the semblance of a gentleman.
Personally, he was subjected to no further annoyance, and soon forgot that unpleasant experience in the back-street.
So, too, it was by a mere chance that I presently found myself the proprietor of a shop in a Whitechapel back-street.
You just didn't go up to the Tower of Zeus looking like a back-street brawler.