Mr. Brock remembered the well-worn volumes which had been found in the usher's bag. «The books made it endurable to you,» he said.
The eyes of the castaway kindled with a new light.
«Yes!» he said, «the books—the generous friends who met me without suspicion—the merciful masters who never used me ill!
The only years of my life that I can look back on with something like pride are the years I passed in the miser's house. The only unalloyed pleasure I have ever tasted is the pleasure that I found for myself on the miser's shelves.”