We've had a remarkable week in this respect--we haven't carried on a conversation with any human being but ourselves.

I don't think any such thing has ever happened before.

I can stand a week, perhaps a fortnight of this now.

But I don't care for it for any long period.

At the bottom of this high and steep hill is the quaintest little town I ever saw.
There are some streets so narrow that when a donkey cart comes along the urchins all have to run to the next corner or into doors.
There is no sidewalk, of course; and the donkey cart takes the whole room between the houses.