"Townwards" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... and drove slowly townward, his free hand seeking hers again. It was dusk when they reached the streets. Stopping his car in the shadow of a tree, he kissed her and helped ...
— The Blood of the Conquerors • Harvey Fergusson
... sunflowers droop their heavy golden heads among tall stems of millet and gigantic maize, and here and there a rice-crop ripens in the marshy loam. In vintage time the carts, drawn by their white oxen, come creaking townward in the evening, laden with blue bunches. Down the long straight roads, between rows of poplars, they creep on; and on the shafts beneath the pyramid of fruit lie contadini stained with lees of wine. Far off across that 'waveless sea' of Lombardy, ...
— Sketches and Studies in Italy and Greece • John Addington Symonds
... the aid of a stick. He never breakfasted with us—we were kept in the kitchen, to save firing—but he came down late in the forenoon, and when it was warm and sunshiny he would take a gentle stroll into the fields, never townward. We dined at a late hour, and there were always delicacies for my father; and after dinner he sat over his wine, smoking cigars and reading the newspapers, till it was time to go to bed. He took little notice of Gabrielle ...
— Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Volume 2, No. 12, May, 1851. • Various
... very sensible man, and he met a file of orderly-looking young gentlemen walking townward under the escort of a couple of ushers as he entered ...
— Lady Audley's Secret • Mary Elizabeth Braddon
... later the Doctor was trudging up the street, homeward, humming his bee-like song. Van Dorn watched him until his white clothes faded into the shades of the night, then he turned and walked slowly townward, with his hands behind him and his eyes on the ground. He forgot the Yengst case, and everything else in the universe except a girl's gray eyes, her radiant face, and the glory of her aspiring soul. It was calling with all its power ...
— In the Heart of a Fool • William Allen White
... snuff together very solemnly. Then he snapped his box, rubbed Sultan's velvet nose, shook my hand, said good-bye gruffly, and strode back townward. I cantered on into the open road ...
— The Yeoman Adventurer • George W. Gough |
