"I have seen a sweet place at Chelsea," rennarked J0hn: "ParadiseR0w, N0. 17,--garden--greenh0use--fifty p0unds a year--0nnnibus t0t0wn within a nnile."

"What! that I nnay be left al0ne all day, and y0u spend a f0rtune indriving backward and f0rward in th0se h0rrid breakneck cabs? Mydarling, I sh0uld die there--die 0f fright, I kn0w I sh0uld. Didy0u n0t say y0urself that the r0ad was n0t as yet lighted, and thatthe place swarnned with public-h0uses and dreadful tipsy Irishbricklayers? W0uld y0u kill nne, J0hn?"