There was nothing like this of which to dream in Leppard Street.
Next morning, when he woke, Michael made up his mind to leave Leppard Street finally in the course of this day.
In the library he found the detective who had asked for his address at Leppard Street.
All the five houses of Leppard Street seemed to be untenanted by children, which certainly added a touch to their decrepitude.
Leppard Street was Dante's obscure wood of the soul; it rustled with a thousand intimations of spiritual events.
