mud-sprinkled

Updated: June 6, 2025

Nothing more dreary than the smoke-grimed buildings on either hand, than the hideous railway station across the bridge, or the mud-sprinkled hoardings covered with flaring advertisements, which led up to the bridge, could be well imagined. Manchester was at its darkest and grimmest. But as David Grieve walked back along Market Street his heart danced within him.

Mrs. Humphry Ward - The History of David Grieve