I think it's affectation to compare the Oder to music, and so do you, but the overhanging warehouses of Stettin take beauty seriously, which we don't, and the average Englishman doesn't, and despises all who do.
I must be getting back to my overhanging warehouse," said the man.
About an hour after, I came to the warehouse
, found the warehouse
-keeper, and had the goods delivered me without any scruple; the value of the linen being about #22.
Boxes and bales were rising out of the hold and being carried into the warehouse by stout porters, who tugged and bawled and clattered about with small trucks, or worked cranes with iron claws that came down and clutched heavy weights, whisking them aloft to where wide doors like mouths swallowed them up.
After a delightful progress through the great warehouse, peeping and picking as they went, they found Uncle Mac and the yellow gentlemen in his private room, where samples, gifts, curiosities, and newly arrived treasures of all sorts were piled up in pleasing pro-fusion and con-fusion.
Meantime we followed my sea-chest which was being carried down a sort of deep narrow lane, separating two high warehouses, between honest Ted and his little devil of a pal who had to keep up a trot to the other's stride.
We walked in a body a few steps on a greasy pavement between her side and the towering wall of a warehouse and I hit my shins cruelly against the end of the gangway.
Nothing will content them but the extremest limit of the land; loitering under the shady lee of yonder warehouses
will not suffice.
Opposite them, on the other side of the street, between a coal wharf and a petroleum warehouse
, a large platform had been erected in the open air, towards which the current of the crowd seemed to be directed.
If you don't look sharp, you'll have your topgallant yards through the windows of that 'ere warehouse presently
None too soon," he observed, with a critical glance up at the towering side of the warehouse.
Murdstone and Grinby's warehouse was at the waterside.
My working place was established in a corner of the warehouse, where Mr.
Thomas was a boy nearly half as tall as a shutter, and the warehouse
was a shop about the size of three hackney coaches.
Aunt Bulstrode was again stirred to anxiety; but this time she addressed herself to her brother, going to the warehouse
expressly to avoid Mrs.