They are Newish, three-storied buildings of dingy grey brick with slate roofs, and they are perfectly flat, without a bow-window or even a projecting cornice or window-sill to break the straightness of the line from one end of the street to the other.
"Liza of Lambeth"
W. Somerset Maugham
I wandered up the street and turned at random to the right; a few doors ahead a Newish red brick building proclaimed itself the post-office, and gave the only sign of life in the neighborhood.
"The Window at the White Cat"
Mary Roberts Rinehart
Tall, with Newish clothes, a powerful voice and decisive gestures, Mr. Buckingham Smith dominated, though he was younger than his friend.
"The Roll-Call"
Arnold Bennett