The Horror at Red Hook (annotated)

Not many weeks ago, on a street corner in the village of Pascoag, Rhode Island, a tall, heavily built, and wholesome-looking pedestrian furnished much speculation by a singular lapse of behaviour. He had, it appears, been descending the hill by the road from Chepachet
and encountering the compact section, had turned to his left into the main thoroughfare where several modest business blocks convey a touch of the urban.