The same names recurred year after year, and often the same hand recorded year after year attempts on one particular pinnacle, until at the last, perhaps after fifteen or sixteen failures, weather and snow and the determination of the climbers conspired together, and the top was reached.
"Those were the grand days," cried Sylvia.

"Michel, you must be proud of this book." "I value it very much, madame," he said, smiling at her enthusiasm.
Michel was a human person; and to have a young girl with a lovely face looking at him out of her great eyes in admiration, and speaking almost in a voice of awe, was flattery of a soothing kind.

"Yes, many have offered to buy it from me at a great price--Americans and others.

But I would not part with it.

It is me.