What is "bookstall"

Usage examples of "bookstall".

The rotted corpse was buried under the scaffold while the skull was slathered with pitch and stuck on a pike on Westminster Hall, from where it glowered at the crowds hurrying past the bookstalls and printsellers below.

Lumbering through the commuters streaming towards the platforms or standing in mesmerised groups staring at the departure indicators, he went past the bookstall and some girls selling nuts and then he was below the clock.

And the Schenckius,--the folio filled with casus rariores, which had strayed in among the rubbish of the bookstall on the boulevard,--and the noble old Vesalius with its grand frontispiece not unworthy of Titian, and the fine old Ambroise Pare, long waited for even in Paris and long ago, and the colossal Spigelius with his eviscerated beauties, and Dutch Bidloo with its miracles of fine engraving and bad dissection, and Italian Mascagni, the despair of all would-be imitators, and pre-Adamite John de Ketam, and antediluvian Berengarius Carpensis,--but why multiply names, every one of which brings back the accession of a book which was an event almost like the birth of an infant?

Mario, a super-brigand of South America, could be purchased at any bookstall for three half-crowns.

She paused at a bookstall and bought the Nursing Times and the Nursing Mirror and got on a bus and walking the last street or two, she bought a bag of apples and a bottle of milk.

He read books, but he did not know their value, and often fancied he had made a great discovery on a bookstall of an author long ago superseded and worthless.

The Paris papers had come in and her companion, with a strange extravagance, purchased no fewer than eleven: it took up time while they hovered at the bookstall on the restless platform, where the little volumes in a row were all yellow and pink and one of her favourite old women in one of her favourite old caps absolutely wheedled him into the purchase of three.

Once in the terminus, with its green and buff distempered wood walls and vast arched roof held up by cast-iron supports, I made my way through the throngs, passed the station bars and bookstalls and waiting rooms which never closed, and arrived at platform three.

Not that I really had expectations of finding anything in the clutter of second-hand bookstalls outside Westminster Hall, or even in the bookshops of St Paul's Churchyard or Little Britain for that matter.

He got out near the Ecole des Beaux-Arts, was tempted to loiter among the bookstalls across the street, even sit under the coolness of the green leaves and watch the sun-speckled water swirl past the Louvre’s grey eminence.

He admired some of the pictures at the Louvre and most of the sculpture, preferred Sainte-Chapefle to Notre-Dame, took refuge from Sacr&Coeur in the Saint-Pieffe-de-Montmartre, spent an afternoon in Versailles, a day at Chartres, wandered through Les Halles (and ate one of the best luncheons he had in Paris in the packed company of solid merchants and stall-holders testing the meat and cheese they had sold that morning), explored the various little quartiers, looked at Paris from all sides of the Eiffel Tower, loitered at the bookstalls when he meant to be walking through more museums, got some almost-exercise in the parks, took in a couple of night clubs and three movies, tried several restaurants with stars before their names (he balanced this expenditure with bistros and Left Bank brayseries), and blessed the prevalence of the French caM as pleasant easement for tired feet.

Think how proud you'll be when you see yourself on all the bookstalls.

One of these bright little periodicals, you know, that you see popping to and fro on the bookstalls.

They filed silently past the closed bookstall, the freight office, the booking office, flitted quickly into the shadows beyond and stopped.

The book was Peter Marlowe's novel, Changi She had found the dog-eared paperback in one of the dozens of street bookstalls in an alley just north of the hotel yesterday morning.