As the streets that lead from the Strand to the Embankment are very narrow, it is better not to walk down them arm-in-arm.

If you persist, lawyers' clerks will have to make flying leaps into the mud; young lady typists will have to fidget behind you.

In the streets of London where beauty goes unregarded, eccentricity must pay the penalty, and it is better not to be very tall, to wear a long blue cloak, or to beat the air with your left hand.
One afternoon in the beginning of October when the traffic was becoming brisk a tall man strode along the edge of the pavement with a lady on his arm.

Angry glances struck upon their backs.

The small, agitated figures--for in comparison with this couple most people looked small--decorated with fountain pens, and burdened with despatch-boxes, had appointments to keep, and drew a weekly salary, so that there was some reason for the unfriendly stare which was bestowed upon Mr.
Ambrose's height and upon Mrs.Ambrose's cloak.