And she was certainly very interesting.

How did it come to pass that she was so completely alone, so poor, so unfriended and yet possessed of such gifts?
There certainly was a mystery, and it would certainly be his fate, and not the fate of Dick Shand, to unravel it.

The puzzle was much too delicate and too intricate for Dick Shand's rough hands.

Then, giving his last waking thoughts for a moment to Hester Bolton, he went to sleep in spite of the snoring.
On the next morning, as soon as he was out of bed, he opened a small portmanteau in which he had put up some volumes the day before he left Pollington and to which he had not yet had recourse since the beginning of the voyage.

From these he would select one or two for the use of his new friend.