After some hesitation--for I hate exposing my deafness to strangers--I asked leave to take shelter, and looked at the books.
"Among them was a collection of celebrated Trials.

I thought of my grandfather; consulted the index; and, finding his name there, bought the work.

The shopman (as I could guess from his actions and looks) proposed sending the parcel to me.

I insisted on taking it away.

The sky had cleared; and I was eager to read the details of my grandfather's crime.
"Tuesday--Sat up late last night, reading my new book.