It had been replaced by a dingy, narrow building with dirty bricks and dimly lit hallways and a wino lying passed out in the vestibule.

Itex headquarters had an unmistakable eau de prison about it-looming, blocklike rectangular buildings made of dirty brown brick.

The ancient, dirty brick was a little tricky, since she had to be careful not to crumble it beneath her grip.

Rows of grim back-to-back terraces sloped up the hill toward Hall Lane, all dark slate roofs and dirty red brick.

Splashes of neon light lay across dirty brick and flaking timbers.

On both sides of the narrow street, the dirty brick and blank windows of abandoned buildings took no notice of the red glare visible within their neighbor.

Yesterday morning, they came out again, in an assemblage so big that traffic had to be diverted all around this tired city of dirty brick.

It was a three-story building of drab, dirty brick, in a working class neighborhood.

Blue and yellow roof lights pulsated like a pinball machine, coloring the dirty brick and pristine snow alike.

Goldy writhed on the dirty wet bricks like a fish on a hook, gasping for breath.