W. Pett Ridge, Mord Em'ly — Chapter 4 (1898)
“ There was the slight mist in the air that seems for ever floating about South London, ready, if joined by auxiliary forces, to become a fog; content, when alone, to remain reticent, and to mellow the tone of the evening. When a stretch of private houses, with long, stubbly lawns, came now and again, Mord Em'ly's eager interest relaxed, to become alive the moment that lighted shops appeared in view. ”
W. Pett Ridge, Mord Em'ly — Chapter 4 (1898)
“ The gang, spurred to instant action, snatched a share of the meringues from Miss Gilliken, and flew, in accordance with the rules, in various directions. Mord Em'ly, distracted for the moment ran half-way across the road. There came shouting from a street near, a bawling "Fah, fah, fah!" taken up and repeated by everyone, a shining brass fire-engine, with excited helmeted men atop, and drawn by wild-eyed, galloping horses, swung round into the main road; sparks flying from the funnel and giving the atmosphere a not displeasing scent of burning wood. ”
W. Pett Ridge, Mord Em'ly — Chapter 4 (1898)
“ She noted everything with the alertness of the London-bred girl; a perfectly sober man slipped on the pavement, and staggered to recover himself, and did nearly recover himself only to stagger again, and eventually, after a great waste of time, to sit down. The whole of the passengers on the outside of the tram stood up, with Mord Em'ly, to watch the finish of this incident, and they all laughed very much, because, by a thoughtful provision, the misfortune of one, in the London streets, invariably gives great enjoyment to the many. ”
