Timothy's Quest A Story for Anybody, Young or Old, Who Cares to Read It

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It was a little less than street, a little more than alley, and its only possible claim to decency came from comparison with the busier thoroughfare out of which it opened. This was so much fouler, with its dirt and noise, its stands of refuse fruit and vegetables, its dingy shops and all the miserable traffic that the place engendered, its rickety doorways blocked with lounging men, its[Pg 8] Blowsabellas leaning on the window-sills, that the Court seemed by contrast a most desirable and retired place of residence.