street-half-way

Updated: June 29, 2025

"Except in my hands." "Can't I take it for a bit?" "No, you can't," said Simeon. At the robust finality of the refusal Arthur laughed. Then Simeon laughed. The party became gay. The pincers and the anvil were gone for ever. Simeon turned gingerly into Pollard Street-half-way to the station.

Arnold Bennett - The Matador of the Five Towns and Other Stories