He noted with special interest and earnestness the great brick mills by the river, five enormous structures with immense chimneys, out of which poured great volumes of smoke.
Something about the mills fascinated him.

They seemed like monsters of some sort, grim, unfeeling, but terrible.

As one walked by them he seemed to feel the throbbing of the hearts of live creatures.

The unpainted tenements, ugly in their unfailing similarity, affected Philip with a sense of almost anger.

He had a keen and truthful taste in matters of architecture, and those boxes of houses offended every artistic and home-like feeling in him.