Excerpt from The Debit Account (Classic Reprint)
I wandered among the alleys and windings of the V ale of Health, noting the villas with peeling plaster and the weather-boarded and half-dilapidated cot tages that make the place peculiar; and I was ascend ing a steep hillock with willows at the foot of it and the level ridge of the Spaniards Road running like a railway embankment past the pines at the top, when, chancing to turn my head, I saw what appeared to be the very place for me.