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Updated: June 11, 2025
He thought of Paul as he had seen him at the last moment the captured eagle with the broken wing scudding into the night, the night of London, but free, free! In his mind's eye he followed him through the streets down Bishopsgate Street into Threadneedle Street and along Cheapside to St. Paul's churchyard.
In the first place, if you do not already know it, I may say that the Company I represent is an exceedingly wealthy one, and, as our business lies a long way from Threadneedle Street, if I may so put it, it is necessary for us to trust very largely to the honesty of our employés on the other side of the world.
It is a bitter cold frost to-day. Dined alone with my wife to-day with great content, my house being quite clean from top to bottom. In the afternoon I to the French church here Anthony's Hospital in Threadneedle Street. This was destroyed in the Great Fire, and rebuilt, but demolished for the approaches of the new Royal Exchange. The church was then removed to St.
In place of the would-be squire I had encountered in Threadneedle Street, here was an unctuous person of business in sober gray; but he still wore the hypocritical smirk with no joy in it. His bow was now all respectful obedience. Comyn acknowledged it with a curt nod. Mr. Dix began smoothly, where a man of more honesty would have found the going difficult. "Mr.
With a deal of elbowing the master-player came up the broad steps into the cathedral, and down the aisle to the pillars where the merchant-tailors stood with table-books in hand, and there ordered a brand-new suit of clothes for Nick of old Roger Shearman, the best cloth-cutter in Threadneedle street.
Sure, where all is good, to fall in a pleasant place, we open the "Gatherings" at random. Upon what have we stumbled? Railroads. Interesting to Threadneedle Street. True that the mania days are past, when an English capitalist caught at any new line puffed by a plausible prospectus, however impossible the gradients and desolate the district.
To Mitchell, who was accustomed to the feverish, football methods of American business life, all this was vastly edifying and instructive; it was even soothing, although he was vaguely offended to note that passers-by avoided him as if fearful of contamination. Upon entering 42-1/2 Threadneedle Street, he was halted by an imperious office-boy.
He was inclined to doze off whenever he sat down; the raucous noises of the city no longer jarred or startled him, and his surroundings were becoming unreal, grotesque, as if seen through the spell of absinthe. Yes, it was necessary to check off his figures. But who could he get to do the work? He could not go to Threadneedle Street.
It worried him this afternoon as he left Quodlings in Norton Folgate and walked towards the Bank. He was thinking, too, of a poor fellow with a large family for whom he had tried these last few days to find employment, without the usual success. In Threadneedle Street a hand arrested him. "Just the man I wanted," said the voice of Mr. Greenacre.
For my part, I'm sick and tired of the hubbub of Threadneedle Street." We knocked at the door for there was really no bell, but a ponderous, old-fashioned, wrought-iron knocker. So deliciously mediæval!
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