Carey Street

Ayscough, seeing Carey Street looming in the distance, was unusually glum.

My husband, that's Whereas,—you'll all'ays find him at the little stationer's shop outside the gate in Carey Street.

In Carey Street, when she was first married, lived Mrs. Chapone.

He ran down to them and warned them of the Carey Street patrol.

“Might rob him right and left, sir,” said old Matt to a favourite lamp-post in Carey-street.