He felt them, thrust his fingers in among the leaves, and crumpled them a little, as a lover feels the hair of his mistress.

The fellow gloated over his treasure.

He had had a dozen books in the course of his life; now here was a mine of them opened at his feet.

After a while he began to read the titles, and now and again opened a book and read a sentence; but he was too excited to catch the meanings distinctly.

At last he came to a dull, brown volume.
He read the name, opened it in the centre, and where he opened began to read.