It seemed to him that some such proposal had been made to him before.

But where or when he couldn't for the life of him remember.
"Pilkington says he told you something about it, last night.

I've heard from him this morning, too." Pilkington--he remembered now.

Dicky had bothered him about a library last night; and he had wished Dicky at the devil.

He beat his brains till he struck from them an illuminating flash (Lord, how it hurt too!).
"He didn't say it was the Harden Library." "It is, though." Isaac's coarse forehead flushed with triumph.