1 Young Ethan Frome walked at a quick pace along the deserted street, past the bank and Michael Eady's new brick store and Lawyer Varnum's house with the two black Norway spruces at the gate.
2 He stood there a moment, breathing quickly, and looking up and down the street, in which not another figure moved.
3 The villagers, being afoot, were the first to climb the slope to the main street, while the country neighbours packed themselves more slowly into the sleighs under the shed.
4 The bitter weather had driven every one indoors and Ethan had the long rural street to himself.
5 Eady and his assistant were both "down street," and young Denis, who seldom deigned to take their place, was lounging by the stove with a knot of the golden youth of Starkfield.
6 Along the main street lights had begun to shine from the house-fronts and stray figures were turning in here and there at the gates.
7 As they slowly made their way through the mudholes of the town's chief street, she noted with interest all the new buildings and the new faces.
8 As they progressed down the street, through the sucking mud, Scarlett bubbled over with questions and Peter answered them, pointing here and there with his whip, proud to display his knowledge.
9 The carriage plowed its way farther and halted for a moment to permit two ladies with baskets of bandages on their arms to pick precarious passages across the sloppy street on stepping stones.
10 At the same moment, Scarlett's eye was caught by a figure on the sidewalk in a brightly colored dress--too bright for street wear-- covered by a Paisley shawl with fringes to the heels.
11 There was a ruffle of drums from the street below, the tramp of feet, the admiring cries of coachmen.
12 She turned and tossed on the hot pillow until a noise far up the quiet street reached her ears.
13 The street with its over-arching trees was softly, deeply black under a dim star-studded sky.
14 Belle Watling was the red-haired woman she had seen on the street the first day she came to Atlanta and by now, she was easily the most notorious woman in town.
15 She was seldom seen on Peachtree Street or in any nice neighborhood, but when she did appear respectable women made haste to cross the street to remove themselves from her vicinity.