Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 2, 2025
Challice lived in Werter Road, Werter Road starting conveniently at the corner of the High Street where the fish-shop was an establishment where authentic sole was always obtainable, though it was advisable not to buy it on Monday mornings, of course. Putney was a place where you lived unvexed, untroubled.
In nearly every shore-pool you may see Shrimps and Prawns darting out of sight, and, for every one you see, there are many more hidden away. These delicate, transparent, lively creatures are not much like the boiled Shrimps and Prawns of the fish-shop. They are the prey of so many fish, crabs, and birds, that they have learnt to "make themselves scarce."
The screen fell flat on the ground and within a yard of her stood Mr. Hopkins, the proprietor of the fish-shop just up the street. Often and often had Miss Mapp had pleasant little conversations with him, with a view to bringing down the price of flounders. He had little bathing-drawers on.... "Hullo, Hopkins, are you ready?" said Irene. "You know Miss Mapp, don't you?"
Then I went higher to the Easter scene, the shore in the morning, the vision of the altar that dawns on a true man's work however deep the night of his failure may have been, wheresoever in all the world he is working. Leonard looked gratefully at me as I came down the pulpit steps. We were just passing that fish-shop.
"What should you think," she asked on the way, "that a cat likes to eat better than anything in the world?" "Why, a mouse to be sure," answered Nurse promptly. "Well, but next to mice?" persisted Ruth. "Fish," said Nurse Smith. "That would never do," thought Ruth to herself as she looked at a fish-shop they were passing, "It's so wet and slippery I couldn't possibly carry it home.
Covering Heru up and knowing well all our chances of escape lay in expedition, I went at once, in pursuance of a plan made during the night, to the good dame at what, for lack of a better name, must still continue to be called the fish-shop, and finding her alone, frankly told her the salient points of my story.
There was a letter for Withers, slipped sideways into its envelope, on the kitchen table, and mechanically she opened and read it by the bluish flame of the burner. She had always suspected Withers of having a young man, and here was proof of it. But that he should be Mr. Hopkins of the fish-shop! There is known to medical science a pleasant device known as a counter-irritant.
"What should you think," she asked on the way, "that a cat likes to eat better than anything in the world?" "Why, a mouse to be sure," answered Nurse promptly. "Well, but next to mice?" persisted Ruth. "Fish," said Nurse Smith. "That would never do," thought Ruth to herself as she looked at a fish-shop they were passing. "It's so wet and slippery I couldn't possibly carry it home.
He slumped into the chair again, at the table.... The wind blew strongly, and he knew just how the grey street looked with its spots of yellow sparkling lamplight; its shadows, its glowing windows.... He knew the smell of the fish-shop, the strange raw sea-smell, the sight of glittering iridescent scales, the beauty of lean curved fishes, the red of broiled lobsters, the pink-cheeked swarthy fishman, the dark loveliness of Agnes.... He had written to Agnes.
She found something dubious, too, about the lack of apology with which Marion led her into the squalor outside the station, over the level crossing, with its cobblestones veined with coal-dust, past the fish-shop hung with the horrid bleeding frills of skate, and the barber's shop that also sold journals, which stood with unreluctant posters at the exact point where newspapers and flypapers meet; and up the winding road, which sent a trail of square red villas with broken prams standing in unplanted or unweeded gardens up the hill in the direction of the church and the castle they had passed in the train.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking